I hear a song, and it’s so strange, because it’s just a mass produced silly song, but I don’t know. I feel something, and then I remember, I remember it all so clearly. Then there are tears in my eyes, and I don’t like to cry, but they are good tears because that was then and this is now. 

This is the power of music.

Wouldn’t it be cool, if every single one of us had a unique melody, that played around us softly wherever we went and whatever we did. It would be like theme music. When you got along with someone the songs would harmonise. When you argued, the tunes would clash. When you were happy the tempo would quicken, when you were sad the melody would slow. While hopeful, a rallying chorus would take place, while fearful, the tune would become sharp and jumpy.

Everything would sound so pretty, until of course we all went mad from the ceaseless noise.

Shades of Me

As you know, I spend a lot of time wondering who it is that I am. I think tonight however, something clicked. There are several shades to me. Different people and situations bring out different variations of the person that I am. These shades of me aren’t so alien as to be labeled schizophrenic but they are still distinct from one another.

Tonight the shade of my self that I explored was one of colour and music and life. I wish I had a photo to describe it, one that accurately showed the movement, the music, the friendship and the fun. That’s what going out in college does to me. That is the shade it empowers. One of colour.