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.


Anonymous said...

you dont know me but,
you're a really wonderful person.
i can just tell :)

Anonymous said...

you have a nice style i like it a lot you should email me

angela said...

and this is why i love you