"Hide & Seek" - Imogen Heap I open my desk cabinet, carefully. The left side never really fully recovered, but the mix-matched golden hinge is still hanging on tight. I think it's missing a screw somewhere, but it's so damn small I'm too lazy to find it. When I close it, the metal screeches ever so slightly and when the magnets connect, it droops down just a centimeter below normal. When I let go, one side sits at an uneven angle and the other is a little cracked. It's subtle, but I know it's there so I can't help but stare at it. Looking at it now, I can't help but think the style is a bit outdated and the wood isn't even real wood. It just looks like what it's supposed to look like from the outside, but there's more to it than what it seems. Look again and you'll probably find a mixture of sawdust, fragments of what was wood, maybe glue, paint, and a dash of "hope for the best." I'm surprised with every move and ...
A song pops up in my head in bed, carrying with it a memory that may not always be described in words. So the music in it of itself allows me to tell my stories. This is my writer's pen. This is my '3' and my 'M'. This is my passion in life; my blog; my light and though it may occasionally lose its shine, it will never completely leave me in the dark.