I have these frivolous beats coming together making something of importance, in my ears. They have a meter of 4/4 and they are played beautifully on a xylophone.

I picture myself looking into a mirror. I don't see my reflection but I do see myself laying in a dark field with bright stars floating in the sky. My emotions are rising. Tears are falling. First is out of my right eye. I feel the wind brush my hair against my face and I know tonight when I take a shower it's going to smell of rich soil and fresh country air.

I then walk away from the mirror and head out into the real world. My mind is trying to process everything that is going on around me. I have grown up to recognize and learn the sounds of the world. The problems are presented to me and all I do is solve them. I take my time. Picking apart each puzzle but I do see where it ends. I hear the small bells of the church sound system start to ring and then I notice why it's caught my attention. They are not in the same "hallelujah" tone. They float off the walls and they conjure up a type of idea that's only recognized by free thinkers. I guess I was the lucky one today.


Ever since I was a little girl words were like presents to me. They opened up new thoughts and feelings but it was never clear why it was so easy to put them together and make them make sense. I'd tell stories of poisonous flowers and lucky villages with people who had wonderful stories to tell and beautiful lives to live. I was never part of the stories but they made sense. I now know that it is my calling.


I'm looking through an old year book from the 70's and I see unknown faces. I want to jump inside the picture and ask them a question that was never asked before. "What would you do if you were given a panda?" "What is your favorite foreign movie?" "If you could change your name what would you change it to?"
They all seem so decent. No problems. No issues. Just quiet people painted on black and white pages. I will someday be apart of this group. I will live as a memory in colored tones. I will live in yellows, purples, blues, blacks, and reds. This will be who i am.