Friday, October 10, 2008

Eyelids droop down. One of those ennui filled days, one of those days where I wish I were anywhere but here- trapped in this mundane-ness with a deep sense of absolutely nothing. There's a void I can't seem to fill. I know how to, just don't have the means. No solution seems appropriate, exact. I have a million things to do, but can't point at where to start.

Then it plays. I stop what I'm doing. It's as if my body has magically transformed into a svelte, hypnotised mass of movement. The sound of the guitar trasports me into a world far from the nagging voice of my surroundings.

Music.

The melody connects my soul to a world I can't describe with words, but I have the freedom to feel it in my head. The world is red and it is raining. The only sound, is the sound of music, and there's me. I move, move with the melody. He's saying things I cannot comprehend but I know. I know what he means.

"Come feed the rain, 'cause I'm thirsty for your love, dancing underneath the skies of lust, please feed the rain, 'cause without you, my life is nothing but this carnival of rust"

I have the freedom. The freedom to dance, to sing, to move, to transcend into a world that seems magical and enchanting. The only image in my mind is of a body dancing, frivolously moving to the beats and engulping the melody, the music as if it were a breath of air. Fresh air.
The body is me, I am the body. Music takes me places. I can't seem to describe it any further, please don't hold that against me.

The beat reduces, the melody becomes a faint sound.
"Don't walk away, when the word is burning."

Music.
Without music I fall, "where enough is not the same it was before".
With music I have the freedom. The freedom to live, the freedom the exhibit. The freedom to express, to interpret. I have the freedom to be.

9 comments:

Back to being 'Ok' said...

"The body is me, I am the body"

Do you really know what this is? Or, is it just some words you put together cauze it sounds cool?

Scribblers Inc said...

look at the stars...
see how they shine for you...

Scribblers Inc.

S said...

Ok: This is called creative writing btw, enlightened one.

Scribblers: :D tell me you understood??

V said...

I'm pretty sure even you didn't understand what you wrote.

Back to being 'Ok' said...

There is a thin line between creative writing and nonsense. Quoting Joey, "You are so far across the line is a point to you."

S said...

V: that's just your defense mechanism for not understanding what I wrote. It's cool :)

OK: uff.

v said...

Very clever. I'm impressed.

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