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Each one of us has a song of our own, they are constantly changing and although not everyone can hear them, each one is a beauty to behold.
if you listen close enough to the things you seem to forget, your mind will make them into music, the worst sounds become the opening concerto to a masterpiece, a dog barking becomes a violin and a hammer clang becomes the brass.
when you hear these, do not stop there, try to see them, the trashcan evolves into a pianist, a black tie and a shining white shirt. the entire scape of the world changes into your personal opus, but for you to conduct , although possible, would only belittle the masterful creation that is as glory to the heart and soul.

this is madness.

hallucinations, music in your head. Truly, this would be better than any man made sound, but still it is lunacy none the less. madness is merely using your mind past normalcy. God knows we have the capacity, but to create a reality that can not co exist with the standard, is not seen as genius, rather it is seen as faltering.

the term, to see what others can not, is folly. because to see this music, you must be by human terms insane. a dark room is not a raging battle field and a crowded subway is not the presipise of a mountain, but by allowing this understanding, all matter is your toy, and the world we live seems a waste.

the fault is that not everyone chooses it. if you make the world yours, you have no need for logic or sanity. it won't mater if you live of die, people will grow to hate you, or classify you to their standards. the music that you create has no meaning, because the canvas has grown allowing you more and more until the unfathomable becomes commonplace.

this is how I see the world, I don't see it at all.