Music. Divine giver of breath. Echo of hope. A light in any storm or any shred of darkness. It is the only thing that used to matter. It was something that forced my very mind to react...my very consciousness to focus on the one thing that I could understand out of the chaos that surrounded me. It was my one escape.
When I felt lost in the world I turned to music to brighten the endless night. When I was alone it was my only companion. When I was broken it was the only thing that could put the pieces back together. Music rescued me from my depression.
-Shattered_Reality
Monday, February 1, 2010
Draw my World
The world is full of darkness and so am I. The world is full of light and so I reside in it. I draw the world as I see it and yet, it remains unchanged. The same. So what do you do when the world that you know and the world that you see are two different things? Does one paint or draw the world that they know or the world that they see?
I pick the world that I know. It may be different and it may not make much sense to anyone else, but it makes sense to me and though they see the world through different eyes, I see it the way that it is represented in my mind. Half of the world is dark, half of it is light but it is up to the viewer to decide which is which.
-Shattered_Reality
I pick the world that I know. It may be different and it may not make much sense to anyone else, but it makes sense to me and though they see the world through different eyes, I see it the way that it is represented in my mind. Half of the world is dark, half of it is light but it is up to the viewer to decide which is which.
-Shattered_Reality
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