I may not be exactly so much – no, not in adequate proportions – but yet I consider myself an extremely artistic person. I like to imagine my little notebook as my guitar where I play my notes on.
Call me crazy… maybe.
There is nothing wrong in that.
What goes on in my mind you do not know. And say what you wish, I do not mind even. I do not even know what matters are playing in your head. Really. Our perceptions are not all similar.
I assume I must have gotten so drunk over my music, for it depicts the buried treasures of feelings beneath the sweetly adorned grave, however deep down they may be from the surface, washed off in the rain and thunderstorm and covered by the dampened, soiled earth. Events that go by do not oftentimes (I do not know why, but I dread this word – oh, yeah, that is out of topic so I shall bring it up later) make sense.
Nonetheless, there exists a factor in the human nature… a component known as resilience, that makes us stand so far apart from one another. The factor that puts us up on our two feet constantly, always chasing our dreams, big and little. That sets us running forward, never to be pulled back, climbing ountains so high and diving into seas so deep. That seemingly brings us so close to our pinnacle by only an inch, only to have it snatched away by another Dream-Chaser. Which we drown ourselves into, only to watch it melt slowly away in all the heated commotion.
But we just go on our journey in a more lighted path. We can’t stop. Because we won’t stop.
I am like… yes!
Come. Fly with me.