Sometimes you have so much to say but your lips can’t find words for your feelings. You sit there helpless, not because your vocabulary is poor but because there are no words that can explain the battle going inside of you. The turmoil of partly comprehended feelings conjures up such chaotic thoughts that it subdues the present and leaves your status quo focusing on the past and future only.
Ergo, as days pass you become more quiet because you know explaining the reason behind your dull vibes would end up a fiasco so you simply give up on enunciation and settle down on repeating “I’m fine” like a broken tape. But you want to explain, you want to let it all out yet words don’t form proper sentences.
These deafening thoughts doesn’t surfaces while you are surrounding with people; having fun and laughing. It stays dormant until you are left alone, then it strikes like a masked serpent, like an obscure arrow, piercing your back; leaving you feeling numb but not numb enough to paralyze your mind.
How long do you expect this to go on? How many times do you think you can evade people? It has to stop somewhere. The bedlam, that noise has to turn into music once again and believe me it will; the most beautiful composition, your own creation. But for that each note has to be given its due respect and time. You have to adjust one scale at a time, one note as you take a step and slowly and surely the end result would be a masterpiece; your own masterpiece.
Don’t stop until it becomes a beautiful medley of all high and low pitches of life. Keep it real and make it your own because that music is unique and original which belongs to your self created genre. This music is not for others to listen to but for your own enjoyment; for you to remember how you worked hard to understand the importance of each note, why it was produced and where it will fit perfectly.
Then you will know how significant each pitch stands to create a masterpiece. Your life is a perfect gamut so make use of each musical note that comes from each situation. That uncomprehending bedlam is nothing but musical notes waiting to be understood and put exactly where it belongs. So love all those notes because after all they are a part of something and that’s you.