ctumbleston
I looked in the mirror, the reflection was sad, dark, and distant. I could't tell if the smudge I saw on my face was actually on me or on the mirror. After the night I'd had, I didn't really care.
I'm but a visitor in this world. This place is not my home. My home lies in another place, far beyond the horizon, the stars, and reality itself. I can't wait to see home.
I love music but wouldn't consider myself musical. I play a few instruments, though none of them very well. Music is great though, it can move us in ways nothing else can, bring out emotions in a few notes that dozens of words could never conjure up alone. I wish life were more musical sometimes.
What is real? Is it what we see, feel, experience...? For me what's real is truth. That's what I search for, truth. Hopefully it will also lead me to reality.
Sound can be a beautiful thing. It can also be painful. Sound has the ability to stir up emotions within us. Sounds can bring back memories or haunt our nightmares. Sounds crazy.
Choice, it's what makes us human. Choose every chance you get. It's the thing that keeps us from being mindless robots. Choose, be you, be unique.
Size maters? Not at all. From the largest star to the smallest microorganism, we are all made out of the same stuff. The smallest of building blocks can creating the greatest of things.