Recalled to Life

"You know, I'm not working with you like this because of the competition or because of your recital. In fact, I think you're completely prepared for the competition already. I'm working with you like this because you're my student."

That which has been Broken

Last night, I found my bird in a hallway with other runaway pets. It recognized me and flew onto my shoulder. My mother would have been ecstatic.

We all camped out in my room the last night we were together. I walked in to find our violist in the top right bunk, our violinist in the bottom left bunk, and our cellist in the top left bunk. We were all sprawled out on the mattresses for we had been robbed of fortitude from our daytime activities. Yet, (our violist) she smiles, for even presence alone can make a world of a difference. The four of us were together again, and that was all that really mattered. Even if our violist never lived on campus, and even if we had never spent a night like that in real life.

* * *

You act without knowing, basing your actions solely at the discretion of whim.  Of course it will always feel "right," constantly living in the present (and only in the present) does that to you.  From the outside, it does not reflect well upon the mind within. And yet, you appear to have found your own personal success. This is somehow unsettling.  But things tend to have a funny way of working themselves out, the summer's last ember is slowly sputtering out.

Que será será.

如果

Two weeks have passed since we awoke from the dream. Something has died, and now half the world rejoices while the other half mourns. As we grieve, we sink down and feed upon the dark art of necromancy. And suddenly, that which should have been dead long ago has suddenly been resurrected in an almost unrecognizable form. But we still know what it is, and we still know that it is there. And yet again, it tears us in two.

Right
down
the
middle

The trail of bread crumbs has been eaten by the birds. As the sun sets, there is no path leading back to the village. Yet nothing lies ahead. And now all we can see is forest. Until we learn to look up.

如果你能給我如果的事
The thing is, I can.
But now, I won't.
(And it hurts)

Interference

"In all the little things you do, that even you yourself may not be aware of, people will notice."

As usual, her words prove to be true. And now, the problem seems to be that of balance more than anything else. And now, using her words as a tightrope, he walks between the flaming sea of transparency and the endless sea of oblivion. As with anything in life, there is a limit to all things good. Patience is one of them. I've done what I can, but I can take a hint. I will only ask once.

And, I will never lose to a drag bitch.

Returning from the dream turned out to be a rude awakening. And now I wander in limbo, catching the echos of voices from worlds far, far away. I remember the dream though, and in a couple of weeks, it will be time to awaken once more. By then, I'd like to be nurtured in an environment where to love one's Art is not a sin. But we all know that reality is not that kind.

In the end, however, there is no shame in being alone.

As Everything Evaporates in Blue

He finds himself in a park. He is running, possibly away from something. But even in the empty park, he is tired. The sun has set, and now its remnants drench the world in blue. He finds an abandoned bus where he seeks refuge for the night. So many things happen in the twilight. Yet in the end, nothing has changed.

The mind still refuses to rest, ever aware of a nonexistent danger. And suddenly, worlds begin to merge, tossing the delicate balance that once existed between them into chaos.

Everything evaporates in blue. Though the sky is still dark, the night is no longer young.

Flickering

He sifts through pictures, glancing at snapshots of different worlds that are often forgotten and gone. He lies in sanctuary, but the luxury is soon to be no more.* His mind drifts in and out of dreams constantly, but underneath it all, he knows that something greater within is on the verge of waking, and so he struggles, though in vain, desperately clinging onto vestiges of a world quickly dissipating.

The school had become an altogether different place now, and though the hallways were filled with students, the school was still empty. Down in the basement, the music was still crippled by broken methodologies (or lack thereof). For a second, he tried to shine light, but was then crushed by futility. Resurrection is not an ability bestowed upon humans - one cannot revive the dead. He walked away, not in disappointment or sorrow, but rather in joy - for he is finally free.

He smiles to himself, but faintly. Freedom comes at a price, for he is empty now. He sifts through pictures in what remains of his sanctuary, looking at ghosts, denizens of worlds long gone.


*Just as the Earth's tectonic plates move little by little, "little by little" gradually adds up until the cumulative sum reaches a critical point at which the consequences become apparent. Though the process is gradual, the point of realization is instantaneous which often masks the progressive nature of change.

Farewell

The first one hit me hard and took me completely by surprise. The context was absolutely unrealistic as we were trapped in a dark labyrinth in a dark cave filled with water. We were searching for something, but that no longer holds any importance. We'd reached a resting point, I turned to her, initially looking for guidance in navigating the labyrinth, but suddenly realized that I would never see her again. At least then, I was able to express just how much I'd miss her after she left before the tears came.

I distinctly remember standing in front of Brandt six months or so into the future. The trees had already turned to gold and the sun sat low, casting long shadows into the streets. We were in our autumn gear, which consisted of plaid scarves, earth-toned coats, and jeans. I, however, was wearing a black coat. The three of us stood just outside the patio for a great while before we finally accepted the fact that it was time to part ways. They were headed East, while I was headed back to the dorms. I gave each of the sisters a hug, but the tears came before I could say anything. "I'm really going to miss you guys," I choked. They stood and smiled while I tried to do the same. But I couldn't. And instead, I turned and waved behind me as I walked away so they wouldn't see me crying.