02-02-2012, 04:40 AM
What happened was:
I woke up in a graveyard, the skies were clear and starry, the air was crisp and clean, which kinda contradicts the scene, i would have expected it to smell of freshly turned dirt, the remains of someone long forgotten left to the worms in the ground. Im sitting on a hillside, listening to the whispers of the night, hearing the crickets play their midnight waltz. Then Music, floating gently on the soft breeze, touches my ear. Violin music, playing a song for the dead. Then i look up and i see a shooting star, floating through space, leaving a light streak across the sky. Make a wish, someone whispered to me. Closing my eyes, i wished to be happyâ¦to have something to sing and dance about, to be inspired once more. As i wish upon this shooting star i see one personâ¦only one. I realized then, heâs the one that could potentially inspire me. Someone that could make me dance and sing without a care in the worldâ¦only him. Afterwards, i was hearing more than just a violin solo, more than just an ode to the dead, but a symphony of instruments, playing music so beautiful and energetic, i could not stay still. Without a second thought, i just got up and danced. I danced all night in that hillside cemetery, under the stars illuminating the dark, velvet night, till the sun arose and chased away the magic beauty of that starlit night.
I woke up in a graveyard, the skies were clear and starry, the air was crisp and clean, which kinda contradicts the scene, i would have expected it to smell of freshly turned dirt, the remains of someone long forgotten left to the worms in the ground. Im sitting on a hillside, listening to the whispers of the night, hearing the crickets play their midnight waltz. Then Music, floating gently on the soft breeze, touches my ear. Violin music, playing a song for the dead. Then i look up and i see a shooting star, floating through space, leaving a light streak across the sky. Make a wish, someone whispered to me. Closing my eyes, i wished to be happyâ¦to have something to sing and dance about, to be inspired once more. As i wish upon this shooting star i see one personâ¦only one. I realized then, heâs the one that could potentially inspire me. Someone that could make me dance and sing without a care in the worldâ¦only him. Afterwards, i was hearing more than just a violin solo, more than just an ode to the dead, but a symphony of instruments, playing music so beautiful and energetic, i could not stay still. Without a second thought, i just got up and danced. I danced all night in that hillside cemetery, under the stars illuminating the dark, velvet night, till the sun arose and chased away the magic beauty of that starlit night.
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