Feeling mopey
May. 26th, 2008 11:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mayamaiaWell, with that title, I should either write an emo post or poetry.
I think I shall do neither.
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Think of the sunlight. Think of the way it makes the whole earth bright at its first touch, then grows even brighter through part of the day. How when just arriving or just leaving it lines the clouds with pinks and reds. How when at its height all things with color look their best, and those things without color tend to burn the eyes or burn the feet. How ruthless and wonderful it is, and how very difficult it is to be truly unhappy when one is comfortable and thinks of sunlight.
Think of music. Think of the way it fills a room, how in silence even the faintest notes carry an impact, a tension. Think of the full range of feeling it pulls, the joy and sorrow that is given no release until the music demands its expression. The depths to which a song can take you, and the heights.
Think of how distracting friends can be.
Think of life.
I think I shall do neither.
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Think of the sunlight. Think of the way it makes the whole earth bright at its first touch, then grows even brighter through part of the day. How when just arriving or just leaving it lines the clouds with pinks and reds. How when at its height all things with color look their best, and those things without color tend to burn the eyes or burn the feet. How ruthless and wonderful it is, and how very difficult it is to be truly unhappy when one is comfortable and thinks of sunlight.
Think of music. Think of the way it fills a room, how in silence even the faintest notes carry an impact, a tension. Think of the full range of feeling it pulls, the joy and sorrow that is given no release until the music demands its expression. The depths to which a song can take you, and the heights.
Think of how distracting friends can be.
Think of life.
