вторник, януари 24, 2012

The beginning of the end of the world

When I think about the puzzle pieces in the current picture, I hear only music. Most of the time the harmonies lift me up to tremendous heights, such as I've never seen or heard before. Then come the turbulent disharmonies of pressure and confusion that shake up the flow of things. But even they have their rightful place in the composition. Every arythmic transition contributes to the completion of the vibes, inspiring concentration on the whole, rather than only on the parts. It's strange how the mind works. Even when I lose my faith in you, love, it only comes back so much stronger in the end. That's the only thing I wanted.