Life is a tedious and obtuse task when your heart in vigorous motions commands you to fall.

Despair is at my window and I am three stories high. When he chucks his rocks they make a little tink sound when they hit. Am I completely oblivious to this nonchalant tinking? SO what if I am a minor cord being struck. In my heart I am the highest pitch. I am not in-between fine and dull. Nor am I fine, nor am I dull. I am who I am and my pitch is just right. No one plays me the wrong way and its not that I dont get played. I am part of the whole. I am two octaves apart from my lover, but we still hear each other and when were played together we are right in tune with one another.