You know, sometimes holding onto silence can be more complex than finding your way in a crowded orchestra pit. I thought I was walking the path of least resistance, but here I am, ensnared in a web of melodic disarray.
It was just a casual stroll, really. One minute I was sifting through the mundane, the next, I stepped into this labyrinth where horns play their horned music, strings strum against reason, and percussions - don't even let me start on the percussions. They drum out secrets, I think, maybe even the kind you wouldn't want to hear yourself.
As I turned yet another corner, I met an oboe whispering like it was the grandest secret of the universe. It wanted me to follow, but I've learned that following a whisper can be riskier than chasing shadows. I paused and asked the silence a question. Strange, it never answered, but I felt the void nodding, oh-so-slightly, beneath my feet.
If you feel adventurous, you might want to explore these corridors yourself:
Soon, I realized it’s not about finding the exit, but discovering orchestrations hidden within the bewilderment. So, here I sit, perhaps a little lost, but certainly not alone. Just the way I like it.