Our life is a movie without a soundtrack. So we create one. Unfortunately, it's never sold in any record stores. So it goes unheard. Just like our lives at times.
Somehow the smile has changed, the talk has changed and the actions, well, they aren't even mine any more. May be I just walked into someone else's life. There were these people, who brought melody with them, I guess I just miss them. They are still here alright, but even they have estranged themselves for their real selves, I guess. I can't judge their happiness, I can only speak for myself. And I'm not happy, I'm not happy to have lost music. It does come back once in a while, just for a few moments, but fades away as fast. And then, all that is left is this errie silence, a dark room and an empty feeling.
I know what can bring it all back; it's all very obvious, to me and to everyone, but I guess, we all are just too busy with our lives to notice how silence has filled us all.
