The Zone

We all have a zone, zone that keeps us serene. Everybody have a different zone. Some read, some travel, some meditate, some just sleep and dream, some do drugs while some go way beyond what we would ever imagine to do. I too have a zone, zone that keeps me calm, composed, that takes away the worrying thought off my mind. My zone is MUSIC. Music means different things to different people. For some, it is a unification of lyrics and sound, some listen just for the lyrics, some listen just to feel the words, some just to show off. While mine is a different story, I listen music for the depth of the sound-waves striking my eardrums creating a different world for me to roam around with the clouds of my imagination. The world created is a beautiful imagination of the mind what I want to think about with music as a catalyst. It doesn't take me away from reality, it just makes me think about reality in a different way, gorgeous way. Like our eyes perceive a physical beauty, ears are made to perceive the beauty of sound. Some people get high off the physical contents of the world, I get a different kind of high from the music and addiction isn't a bad thing if it doesn't harm you. Yes I'm a music addict, doesn't harm anybody, not even me. Addiction is good. Music is good.

Now talking about music, I personally like post-rock music without lyrics, it's deep, and it’s more meaningful without the words than it could be with them. The sound, the bass, the guitar, the work done on drums. Amazing how the music can make you emotional without uttering words that we usually use to communicate. Music is universal, without words. Musicians are underrated geniuses, it’s amazing how they can reach to your soul with their works, and they create something so meaningful that you can dive into it so deep that you look at things differently. Sometimes the music brings tears to my eyes let alone the goose bumps, with its beauty. The way it carves a picture into your mind for you to imagine whatever you want to imagine. That carving lasts like the carving in the caves people find, with meaning.

Her Story

She is surrounded by loved ones but is still alone,

It seems to her that no one is in her home,

She talks to herself, writes letters to nobody,

Still posts them to an address unknown,

In a blind hope that isn't a hope anymore,

She doesn’t smile, not even for a little while,

Numbness is ever growing,

She never even cries, her husband is out of tries,

She just wants her time with herself,

She isn’t a little girl anymore but she plays with a doll,

Marrying her to a prince of a faraway land,

Dressing her as she did when it was her age to play,

She's losing her sanity day by day,

Her world is changing into something even she isn’t aware of,

She's losing hold of reality, losing her sanity,

People ask what happened to her, family just keeps mum,

Something happened to her the other night,

She is in the hospital, psych ward,

She isn't that her anymore, she isn't anyone anymore,

She just cries out one name "Cynthia Cynthia",

Nobody in her family knows who Cynthia is,

But her husband is standing behind a wall crying,

In fact he's hiding behind the wall, trying to hide his tears,

But he knows who Cynthia is,

Her condition is deteriorating, she's tied to the bed,

Tied so that she can’t hurt herself,

Tied so she can’t hurt anybody,

She avoids to eat, haven't eaten for days,

Doctor has lost hope, family has given up,

After 10 days of bringing her to hospital, she breathed her last breath,

Family is crying, nurses have tears in their eyes,

Nobody knows the reason but her family,

Her husband blames himself, why he didn't stood up for her,

"Now no use of regret", voice in his mind whispers, "You aren’t a man after all."

This is what happens when you take away the loved one who isn’t even born yet.

Cynthia was the name she gave to her unborn daughter