Once the symphony of thoughts begin they don't want to stop. What is it today? A waltz? No, too fast to be a waltz. A tango? No, not angry enough. A foxtrot? No, not happy enough. What ever it is it plays on and on in a circle of notes and noise. Surely the conductor will need sleep soon and the music will end. But the notes continue demanding attention, demanding an ear, demanding an answer. One continual rhythm that becomes a constant maddening noise. Sometimes it plays too soft, sometimes too loud, too fast, too slow, but rarely is it just right. Rarely do the notes collaborate to form a bit of harmony. Never the right volume, the right beat, the right notes. Always out of sync. Someday it will all come together and blend into a united harmony of sounds. The opening notes of a beautiful composition. The symphony will complete the song. The dance will end. The conductor will rest.
posted by angelsarentfree at
6:16 PM
Once the symphony of thoughts begin they don't want to stop. What is it today? A waltz? No, too fast to be a waltz. A tango? No, not angry enough. A foxtrot? No, not happy enough. What ever it is it plays on and on in a circle of notes and noise. Surely the conductor will need sleep soon and the music will end. But the notes continue demanding attention, demanding an ear, demanding an answer. One continual rhythm that becomes a constant maddening noise. Sometimes it plays too soft, sometimes too loud, too fast, too slow, but rarely is it just right. Rarely do the notes collaborate to form a bit of harmony. Never the right volume, the right beat, the right notes. Always out of sync. Someday it will all come together and blend into a united harmony of sounds. The opening notes of a beautiful composition. The symphony will complete the song. The dance will end. The conductor will rest.
2 Comments:
great post!
i you're doing well, angel. we should catch up soon :)
Hmmmm...
Beautiful way of putting it, whatever the word is you're feeling, I think we've all been there. As you say, it'll all come together eventually. Hang in there. I will too.
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