Tuesday, October 27, 2009

thirteen. swing, swing, swing.

i had that dream again.

for some reason, i can't ever get it out of my head. it haunts me to the point of insanity. it's beginning to interfere with the way i live my life. it's ridiculous. and it's one of those dreams where part of me wants to think, "there's no way this could ever be real"... but my rationality tells me otherwise. i begin to picture the world, and i can't fathom any reason as to why it can't come true. and i start to worry.

it seems so completely irrational, but there i am, sitting, worrying about some dream i had. i have. worrying.. afraid..

what if it doesn't come true?

and then i think that if i can dream it, surely i can do it. and i can. so i will :]

Thursday, October 15, 2009

twelve. for you, miss rockoff.

once upon a time, there was a boy who wanted to write the most beautiful song in the world. he sat in front of his keyboard for hours putting pencil to pad, working out melodies, harmonies, rhythms. he practiced for hours and hours each day, he wrote nonstop, he even composed songs in his dreams. but something was missing. eventually, he ran out of things to write about. the melodies all sounded the same and slowly, the words stopped coming. he thought he just needed to practice more, so he spent more and more time in front of his piano, more time writing, more time thinking. and then, one day, something amazing happened. he stood up. he went outside. and he smiled. he smiled all thoughout the day. he smiled while walking down the street. he smiled at the sun and at the clouds. he smiled at the birds and at the squirrels and at every stranger he passed. he smiled at the sights he saw, the colours around him, the feelings he felt, the sounds he heard. and he realized that all this was what he had been missing. he drank in the song the world sang to him, realizing that it had been singing the whole time. he listened. he laughed. and he was happy.