Saturday, September 27

forms of expression

At the open mike night two weeks ago, Caroline sat with her guitar and opened her little mouth to let out some astonishingly amazing tunes. It's so inspirational, and on the other hand, quite intimidating. Who am I to want to sing? How could I dare open my mouth to utter a single syllable when she can, with that same syllable, convey oceans?

But if I sang my soul, even clumsily strumming my troubles.... what can take away the beauty of that? Do I not exist to express myself? Why should I not share some tiny bit of myself with the world who does not know me...

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