MUSIC

the first time i heard music, and intently listened to it was when my mom and dad were fighting, and my sister on the background silently sobbing in the corner. i do not know why my face was wet with tears that time. maybe they did an obligatory fall.

then everything seem to be in harmony: breaking sounds, banging doors, screaming, crying, and the most solemn of all- the gliding tears. i froze in one spot to witness the majestic scene in my life passing in front of me. slowly, i blended everything into one masterpiece- music. slowly, i cringed. slowly, i knelt down, i bent my head- to pay respect to what i call my life. a life i have to live- in harmony with all the other elements of existence. and i was successful with it. or not, who knows?

sometimes, i think life sucks because the one i live is not the same as others. most of the time i find someone to blame, despite the absence of connection in the circles i have forced to draw perfectly. in the end, i am left bitter and sad in one corner of my room. i embrace myself in this bitterness and sulk.

"you don't belong in this world, or the world does not belong to you?"

i remember perfectly when the music stopped. i wiped my tears dry. i stood up. i breathed deeply- in and out. then i carve a smile in my face. suddenly, everything was like seeing the rising sun after a stormy night.