Fiction · Poetry

Cracks

Closed-off, silent, thoughts mysteriously hidden. Opened, interrupted, thoughts suddenly enlightened. Walls cracked, core has been seen, barriers torn down. Scared of a repeat, afraid to commit, it's time to retreat now. -fin- (featured image: skulpt on deviantart)  

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Non-Fiction · Opinion · Personal · Poetry

How Dull is a Life Without Music?

How dull is a life without music? It's like a quiet world of misery. A full experience of the pain this planet brings; A pathetic living with no harmony.        How dull is a life without music? It's like nature without colour: Plain, black and white, boring. What would we be living for?… Continue reading How Dull is a Life Without Music?