Monday, September 26
is there ever one thing that you could never ever let anyone know, ever? not even your best friend. not even the friend whom you confide in the most. not even - God. of course you know that he knows that you know that he knows. but you still refuse to tell it to him personally. and it's worse than your [not-so-secret] love life [or lack thereof].
there are just some things that you have to take with you to the grave.
chocolate cravings. the richer the better. same with peanut butter. that it is a sin makes it even more tempting. imagine if vegetables were a forbidden fruit, if we were told it would make us fat in a mouthful. half the damage is in our minds alone.
i dreamt of music, of a tune as soft and clear and lilting as angels' voices, coursing through my veins and invading my soul. looping its persuasive melody around my mind and capturing the accompanying harmony esacaping from within. there really isn't any explanation for the uncontrollable effect of music; it just - is. maybe you think you're composing a piece, but in reality the music is composing itself. composers speak of inspiration - maybe what they think is inspiration is merely whispers of music in the wind, just waiting to be written. your dream isn't really yours, although it is convenient to name thus. the music owns you once you step into its realm. you are merely its tool, a mortal with a pen in hand, crouched over pages of scores that look impossibly nonsensical until someone like-minded takes your dream and plays it out. then the music is satisfied, flowing until you play its last note, before disappearing back into the wind that whips your hair around your face. gone, and yet - not quite. one of those engimas.
do you believe in soulmates?
it must've been love.
6:49 pm
xoxo
