Time is just a melody.
It happens every now and then.
The same songs loop in my head endlessly, making me feel like I could do a pirouette on the air, or unexpectedly burst into song at any moment.
I think I am one of those people who can pretend to have earphones plugged into their ears, listening to music that plays only in their minds, while walking down imaginary long white corridors, where there is only one source of light and not another soul to be found.
It makes you feel and register the urgency; euphoria; darkness; fairytale-ness; hopelessness; authenticity; and beauty, of it all.
You mix them all together and get one bucketful of emotions that needs letting out, before it drowns you from within.
It also makes you go, damn, I wished I wrote this song first – so that I would not get tired of playing my own song.
Sigh. I do not ever want this to end. Because by then, I will have to go back to being this empty shell in me – where I do as I am told, and continue with my sorry attempts to live up to everyone’s expectations.
“I want to win the latest CD from Kian-nee!”
And that was not even the first time I have heard the band being referred to as such.