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What are those?
I can't even understand any meaning from it even when I'm so close
You ever experience such?
If yes, then you'd understand these much
Even with a few lines
You get the point in which my mind resides
I hear the buzzles
honkings
chitter-chatters
whispers and gossips
footsteps and creaking shoes
static from screens
screams and laughters
conversations and quarrels
the pitter-patter of raindrops
the whistling wind
And here I am standing in between both sides.
My ears feel like bursting into pieces
All these noise I hear
I stop in my track in order to ponder
I looked around again
Everyone's having their own businesses to attend to
Everyone's having their time, something all of us wants to
Then from the noise heard from where I stand
I also heard the world's.
But along with it, I heard music
A music of looking with hearing
And how does the eyes hear what the ears do?
And how does the ears sees what the eyes do?
One circuit, electrically travelling, the thoughts
All running around my system
I turned around a 360-degree view...
I hear most of the playing music within the raging noise.
I hear the songstories;
Of how their lover became more than just a mere companion but a life partner, in sickness and in health, in worst and in best...
Of how their hearts are broken by jerks and bitches...
Of how their dogs and cats became family, instead of being just pets...
Of how they failed an exam but still want to try again...
Of how they lose a job and still looking, not wanting to give up because they have loved ones to care of...
Of how they wanted to just die to end their pain from whatever they're going through...
Of how they complaint, rant and appreciate, all at the same time or not at all...
Of how they swim against the current of life's normal flow like most of us...
Of how they plan to seek revenge on those who hurt them...
Of how they want to fight against discrimination and fight for women's equality...
Of how they are inspired by the success of those the world branded as on the top...
Of how they messed up with their friends and losing them...
Of how they wanted to change and wish for a time machine to bring them back to their chosen points in life in order to have a better choice...
And my own... of how everything I want to say are what others also want to say.
If I would tell every music, whatever genre or melody, that are playing, then it would not even take one lifetime to complete.
It would just go on and on
Until maybe we reach the end of where our beginning is
Something of the beginning that is also ending's own start
And beginning's ending or just mere nothing.
Nothing. Noise. Music.
Turn the volume up. Filter. Hear the sounds and melodies that one wants.
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Heard anything?