Her
(taken from my actuall journal)
"And so she dances to the indescribable music in my head. The sweet melody filled with the notes laced with ecstasy that I can never describe, transcribe, or note because I don’t know what they are. Yet I hear them; there beauty, their blazing brilliance transcended into my mind, and so does she.
Like the music I do not know but can hear, she is like a face I cannot recognize but can be seen. Who is she? I do not know, but I know she is dark, and dances to the music in my head, slow and seductively.
I know she can hear the music to, I do not know how, but that don’t matter much to me, as long as someone else can hear it, the music that exists in my head.
Or is it that I feel the music in my head rather than hear it? It makes me want to capture it and change it so that others might hear, I know I can’t but I know I must try. But for now it is only me, and the unknown woman who can share in these strange feelings I have."
She visited me in my dreams a while ago, this dark lady of my mind, I feel she represents music to me, the one solace against a world that don’t understand me, my only solace.
She left a feeling with me, and some words, from my dream, and I wrote them down, it is a song for me to sing together with her…. Music…
She came to me again today in a wakeful dream, and departed a gift of music to me, to something I always had, but she gave me the music.
If there is a world inside your mind, and someone exists in my mind, is that person real? Or is it my mind? Hmm..
"And so she dances to the indescribable music in my head. The sweet melody filled with the notes laced with ecstasy that I can never describe, transcribe, or note because I don’t know what they are. Yet I hear them; there beauty, their blazing brilliance transcended into my mind, and so does she.
Like the music I do not know but can hear, she is like a face I cannot recognize but can be seen. Who is she? I do not know, but I know she is dark, and dances to the music in my head, slow and seductively.
I know she can hear the music to, I do not know how, but that don’t matter much to me, as long as someone else can hear it, the music that exists in my head.
Or is it that I feel the music in my head rather than hear it? It makes me want to capture it and change it so that others might hear, I know I can’t but I know I must try. But for now it is only me, and the unknown woman who can share in these strange feelings I have."
She visited me in my dreams a while ago, this dark lady of my mind, I feel she represents music to me, the one solace against a world that don’t understand me, my only solace.
She left a feeling with me, and some words, from my dream, and I wrote them down, it is a song for me to sing together with her…. Music…
She came to me again today in a wakeful dream, and departed a gift of music to me, to something I always had, but she gave me the music.
If there is a world inside your mind, and someone exists in my mind, is that person real? Or is it my mind? Hmm..