dischordance

the instability's startling when you find yourself faced with two strains of music; each sounding independently sublime on their individual threads, but weave them together with the needle of fate and you'd simmer in wide earred wonder at the dissonance created. if only the resulting migraine was restricted to the vulgar crevices of the mind but when it reaches the virgin petals of the heart, you wonder how much you can take before you decide to switch the music off. yet those transcient moments of perfect harmony, so fleeting that you have to steal a quarter of a breath to realize their existence; aren't these what we live for?

this is no fairytale, romantic symphony we're faced with. this is open war.

[and i wonder what it is inside me, what kind of stagnation or regression of sorts that plagues me into doodling on lecture notes; little random scribbles on random pages blending together in a hopeful question for the future:

"are you happier today?"]