Background Music: Claire de Lune by Claude Debussy
Silence the noises around you, the incessant ringing of mobile phones, the cars whirring past the sighing roads, the gossipping trees, and most importantly your talkative mind, chattering away. Questions. Suggestions. Planning ahead when you've still not left the past. Tuck them all in bed and let the silence envelop you. Hush. Can you hear it now? The faint murmurs of your heart; your soft breathing; the unnoticeable tremor of you fingers colliding with the air around you?
This is how I feel at this very moment. Indestructably fragile. My pulse encourages my fingers to race with my mind. To write. To release every emotion from these fingertips. And here I stand, (or sit on this rotating computer chair, rather) expressing myself to the world wide web of the internet. And yet, within all of this excitement, I am afraid that the subtility of this calm will cease to exist once I close this page and resume my duties. That is why I write. It is the only place where I can find myself, know myself completely and still get lost in my explorations. I write when my mind is leaking with thoughts, emotions puddling at my feet.
And on this day, you have navigated your way to my cove, my home, furnished with words. Your life has not begun if you spent all this time waiting for the world to reach you, shred away the lies and the embellishments, and search for the light of moon within.
:)
Silence the noises around you, the incessant ringing of mobile phones, the cars whirring past the sighing roads, the gossipping trees, and most importantly your talkative mind, chattering away. Questions. Suggestions. Planning ahead when you've still not left the past. Tuck them all in bed and let the silence envelop you. Hush. Can you hear it now? The faint murmurs of your heart; your soft breathing; the unnoticeable tremor of you fingers colliding with the air around you?
This is how I feel at this very moment. Indestructably fragile. My pulse encourages my fingers to race with my mind. To write. To release every emotion from these fingertips. And here I stand, (or sit on this rotating computer chair, rather) expressing myself to the world wide web of the internet. And yet, within all of this excitement, I am afraid that the subtility of this calm will cease to exist once I close this page and resume my duties. That is why I write. It is the only place where I can find myself, know myself completely and still get lost in my explorations. I write when my mind is leaking with thoughts, emotions puddling at my feet.
And on this day, you have navigated your way to my cove, my home, furnished with words. Your life has not begun if you spent all this time waiting for the world to reach you, shred away the lies and the embellishments, and search for the light of moon within.
:)
1 comment:
When you muse in the moonlight, you are never alone.. Physically or mentally, you are enveloped by something or someone.. Here, silence has enveloped you.. blanketed you..
Nice opening.. waiting for more musings...
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