I am: A Fiction

I Am: A Music

2006-06-13T19:27:00.000-07:00

Music.
Words with meaning,
Metaphorical or Straightforward.
The Ability to twist or evoke feelings.

Happy music, sad music.

Music that has no deeper meaning, music that screams to the soul.
I am Music, Music is my lifeline.
To Play is to Create, to Create is Beauty defined.
To Listen is to Love, to Love is to Grow.

What gives music this ability? What is it about putting music to the words that makes them instantly more memorable?
Add music to a beautiful poem and it becomes something more.
A Song.
With the inherent ability to communicate feelings in any language.

Something in human nature makes us take to music, to understand its meanings, its nuances.
More than notes on a page, a gifted musician can tell a story without words.

Music is a gift, in many of its forms.

I Am: A Judge

2006-06-13T00:14:00.000-07:00

The things people say have boundless momentum to hurt, intended or not.
Even the most innocent comment can cause great harm to a self-esteem or a happy feeling.
A judgement passed on a person in a moment of fleeting glance can damage not only them, but yourself as well.

Taking things at face value has it's moments, a comment intended for humor can, if taken too deeply, ruin an entire day.
And Yet, if things are not read into, then they too can cause damage. A simple comment, intended to be taken deeper, if only gauged at face value, can cause confusion.

I am not your judge, jury or executioner.
I have not the right to judge, yet nor do you.

It is not our right to judge, yet why do so many do so anyway.

Is it not said innocent until proven guilty?
Should not the Judged be permitted the same just treatment most people expect regardless?

To pass judgement on a person, even if they never knew this judgement passed, is to extend your negative projections to them.
The thought is there, lest they hear it or not.

It is there, and yet, it is not our right, nor is it right of itself.

I am only me, and I offer you my opinion that may or may not be considered. But there it is.

I Am: An Introduction

2006-06-11T18:52:00.000-07:00

Me?
I'm nobody.
Same as most people.
Just another face in the crowd. Sometimes, what people overlook, is that ever face, every person, every soul, has a story.
Mine isn't as exciting as some, it's not as bad as another might be.
But it IS a story, it is a life. It is mine, and as such, it is important.
To me at least.

I am no one of importance.
I'm a girl, I'm nineteen.
I work for a living, and I live at home.
I like some things, and I dislike some things.

I live in a house with my family, and I live in hell. I have hate for my step father, And love for my mother. My job is shitty, and boring, but it makes me money, and sometimes, it's a lot of fun. I love to read, play video games, write, draw and paint.
There are some things about myself that I don't like, and some that I do.

Just a regular person, with feelings and fears.

This is my story....