Sounds

This post is inspired by a suggestion from Lola

I love the sound of the last drop of water falling into the filled tub, or to the bottom of the shower.
The sound of a perfectly tuned Conga drum when lifted and makes a bass sound
I love hearing car doors slam and the sound of fingernails tapping a windowpane.
I adore the sound of that whoosh, that means that someone has just IMd you for the first time.
The sound of the airconditioner humming along to reggae blasting all summer long.
The sno-cone man's bell from five blocks down.
Sounds of cars on wet pavement early in the morning
High heels on stone
Spanish
The sound of a lock opening successfully
A hollow sound found from a random piece of wood
The slam of a door behind you as you step out into an empty hall
The perfect high-five
A crunchy piece of ice being stepped on

Awesome sounds of the world!

Different

You're different. You are not the same person you were... you've lost yourself. How can I track my own progression into airheadeness, if I am me? They say, no, you're still you, you're just different. You've been gone for a while hon, and we're just waiting for you to come back. But how can you say that? How can you tell me that I have departed, entirely from the world, that I'm running around being someone I'm not? I can't tell you who I am, where the old me went, or when or why. But I look in the mirror, and I must agree. That person is not me. Just because I figured out that this is a new world and I am evolving like a weakling to it... but I can't do much about it. I can try and touch worlds with what it was like before... but I can't remember. All I know is that there was a longing, and now it's gone. What did I talk about? Who was I? I'm a stranger in my own life, dropped into a world and now you're all telling me how to play my character.
The music reminds me of a time beforehand, reminds me of a past life, and i listen with every bit of my soul, reaching out to grasp moments that made up who I was. Lost thoughts. The days were together and alone, sweet and dreamlike, thirteen was a land so far ahead and magical, like the beginning of my life. When I said my life had restarted, I was being symbolic. Or not. I don't want to lose who I was, nor do I want to drop out of the new world I've discovered. Is there a compromise? And can I find myself, those fragments of my own existance everyone insists are there? Please, just stop looking at me like I know what I've done and I could fix it willingly. Because I may try, and think I'm pulling it off, yet you say, I'm still different, not who I was. So what am I to do?

Gray

In a world that is one or none, you will find some small gray areas. No more than a millimeter wide, but still a gap to fall into. Accept no invitation uncertainly or halfway, lest you find yourself in the little gray areas. In that world, but not, in neither place. The gray area. Your friends are not there to protect you now, nor are the others willing to step out of the crowd to save the drowning lion cub. That baby lion set out to sure from home, may never return, or reach the other shore. That baby lion is in the gray area of the world, in great danger. Doomed to have the black and white sides of the earth cave in on him. In a harsh world of acceptance, do not be caught in the gray areas. Do not play with options and answers or dawdle, over-considering. The gray areas... not a very nice place.

Words

If you've been reading my blog for a while, you might notice that I title every single blog post with one word. Except for one entry I made back in the fall. But ever since then, every entry has been titled with one word. I believe singular words have power. Explaining things can be useful, but sometimes, words are overused, and eventually reveal too much and start rewinding to the hopeless state of confusion you started out with. This though, only applies to certain situations when it is best just to say one word and let it be dealt with. You might find one day, you can save yourself from a lot of trouble by saying one word instead of twenty. Words, used properly, can make beautiful things appear, concepts established  by syllables spoken and marks in the dirt. Words define and redefine and redefine meanings that we hope to present, in search of the greater meaning. (We all know that one.) I have found words to magnificent playmates; we can really have some fun. At times a party is enjoyable, and other times, one word is enough. One word leaves more of a mystery and space for you to create more of what is there. Undying possibilities can lie within one word because no one word can mean the same word once pondered over by the diverse minds of the earth.