The Marching Parade

The marching parade was passing by my house the band played the instruments with great, great, great, patience and discipline, that is how a marching parade should play.

Music has patterns beautiful as the shapes in this world, I can’t help but admire those patterns I feel helpless, even if I can’t figure out one of the patterns

There’s a moment of pride, when your body has stopped breathing, and it’s getting colder and colder, that is the moment, when you are allowed to feel proud of finally passing the hard time which is - life

I can’t help but cry, a lot, no one is able to hear the marching parade no one can hear it like I’m doing. and, that is building anguish inside me.