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I've always wanted to play the piano. Shame I am content to listen to others playing it. I have no real intention of making new music, but would play those songs I have fallen in love with.
Still fresh in my mind is the lessons I've learned today. That to actually achieve what I intended and desired I have to play and make funny noises else it won't be fun. Letting loose and just being silly is the way to go!
I was not able to see the difference at first. My dream was so real, or rather my reality was so unreal, that it took me a good 2 minutes before I was where I should be.
I've always fancied being good at dancing swing. But as I have no rythm to speak of and probably to scared to try, it's only ever been a flight of fancy while listening to Sway.
The wind was blowing over the barren landscape. And out on the horizon a lone inhabitant stood complacently in the sun. The cactus doesn't mind the heat and seemingly lonely nature the dunes possess.
The place was big, daunting in its presence as well as sort of inviting. I hade never been there before and the people seemed so calm and unaffected by the troubles of man. I found myself stunned...
I'm positively not up to writing alot of things regarding this word. I don't really like it, it is too determined, or rather bullying a meaning into another word. As if being wonderful isn't enough, you have to be positively wonderful instead ;)
As he wandered into the forest, he came upon a river. It was too large to cross, not to mention having quite the visible current in it. Pondering how to get to the other side, he scratched his chin as he always do when thinking about a task not yet done. In the end no idea came, so he just followed the river downstream.
A place somewhere in the the mysterious grey matter we all like to think we possess so very much of, lies a thing so painful or disconcerting a thought that we swear never to think on it or speak of it. We lock it away in a desperate attempt at a new chance or to somehow be better than what we once was. All the while never realizing the futility of our quest.
The wind wept across the valley, and the dust hid the far corners of her village. She was nearly of age, and would soon get to braid her hair in the elders fashion. The thing she was most looking forward to, was becoming a real member of society, not just a bystander that could easily be dismissed as a child.
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