SAGE MUSIC BOOK

Photo credit: Google images Wake up! Wake up! The seconds it takes before the eyelids will open to once again reveal the wonders of my world. I take some of those seconds for my private thoughts. I love it in the city, the chase of the money hunt always tend to be more exciting in popularly recognized cities around the world. Around my home town, I realize that I'm no stranger to a lot of people. I share a history with most of these people, even though I played no major role in creating those historical past events. Photo credit: Google images I love it in the city, a world quite different from that of my hometown. The people made up of mostly strangers from totally different and diverse historical backgrounds. The friends made and stories told in and about a city are quite thrilling, and almost everyone lives in one city or another nowadays. The wonders I've seen, the tales I have to share, the moves I've learnt to dance, and tastes that have been on

Photo credit: Google images The room is dark and quiet, and not even the flicker of a candlelight to illuminate the corners. I lie still, taking in deep breaths, on my mattress laid out on the bedroom floor. The songs of mosquitoes sound faintly, and even that seems like a whisper not enough to break the deafening silence. My mind is afloat in a churning sea of thoughts threatening to drown it and have it sink into the bottomless depths of despair. How did I get here? I wonder Photo credit: Google images The memories they linger, telling tales of a great past while pointing accusing fingers for a wrong that ought not to have been. I fear for the coming future, the uncertainty of which makes it all a confusing mystery. I realize where I am, as even the darkest of nights cannot take away my knowledge. I try to stare at the ceiling in the darkness, hoping for a moment of clarity, or maybe an epiphany, something to explain to me what my next move should be. How did I