i remember the haunted house
and the hard significantly named "dentist" chair i had to sit in
that the arm of the chair fell off on my foot
and with fake blood smeared across my mouth.
i remember being so nauseated
from the fake blood
and the flashing lights
and the screaming.
but i remember the pounding
you'd be doing on the walls
you crazy gorilla
and even if it did give me a headache
i knew that you were nearby
and between groups
i remember that you would come into our room
and i would reach out my hand to you
and occasionally you would grab
and hold my hand
even if it was only a few seconds.
and that crisp october
before the long winter
and remembering those moments
have brought tears to my eyes.

it's been five days
and tomorrow will be six
and i'm starting to miss people.

it's a never ending argument within me
to be happy to be out of school
but to sit and wish to be back in school
and out of the people i miss
it's probably you
my dear
that i miss most.

I don't sleep,
all the night I weep,
I love waiting for the birds' chirping than living in the silence,
And all the mad dance my heart does, makes some sense.

I think the deepest I can,
For how fragile can be a man,
It's all endless to me,
To question and answer,
To unfold the stories I've been writing.

The music of my soul trails me forward,
Introduces me to the words of hope.

My eyes don't shatter even in the darkness,
'Cause they believe in the diminished light here,
Soon the sunshine reaches me,
Saying, still for the life these thoughts are mere.

I want to hear music,
Till my breath stops,
Till my hands stop waving,
Till my heartbeat stops making me feel 'I'm alive',
Till my legs make me move,
Till my mind stops imagining,

Actually this is what music is,
It gives chances to live.

I want to hear music,
As it inspires me,
As it shakes my fears,
As it brings tears,
As it trusts me,
As it loves me.

Music and me, have a tryst in between, we share both, happiness and sadness, we understand each other, we love each other and we believe in each other.