The rhythm rippled through my body, soul, and mind. It was the perfect mix of harmonies that filled the hall with a chorus from the heavens. It was a sanctuary, a haven, my home. Nowhere else did I feel so at peace and focused in “the here and now”. I breathed in deeply. I was here. The bass boomed under my feet; the drum’s snare snapped as clear as thunder; the piano player lays out a chord, highlighting the root, major third and nine to create a calming tone that keeps the audience wanting more. Inspired, I sat down in a pew and started to write. In my head, I painted an image so deep that even the philosophers of the century could not fully portray. I stopped, took another breath, and put down the pen that had cultivated the fruit of my labour. I closed my eyes, and listened to the melodies of my writing.
Timothy Tang
17
Rockdige Secondery
Jan 13th 1992
[[ The Wishlist ]]
I could use a new set of headphones...
More guitars?
Maybe a grand piano...
and the will power to write my books
If only life was a fantasy story...
A weekend away with my extended family perhaps? (You know who you are) (^_^)
Fantasy of Darkness (A book project of mine)
Da creater
[[ Don't talk crap, it's ****ng rude ]]
The rhythm rippled through my body, soul, and mind. It was the perfect mix of harmonies that filled the hall with a chorus from the heavens. It was a sanctuary, a haven, my home. Nowhere else did I feel so at peace and focused in “the here and now”. I breathed in deeply. I was here. The bass boomed under my feet; the drum’s snare snapped as clear as thunder; the piano player lays out a chord, highlighting the root, major third and nine to create a calming tone that keeps the audience wanting more. Inspired, I sat down in a pew and started to write. In my head, I painted an image so deep that even the philosophers of the century could not fully portray. I stopped, took another breath, and put down the pen that had cultivated the fruit of my labour. I closed my eyes, and listened to the melodies of my writing.