Torn Out Pages

1: The Lyre

   In the city of freedom, I stand where music glee with the dancing trees, I hear a melody that I can't get out of my head. A lyre was used to play a soft melody in the breeze of the wind ...

"In a place, we are free, free from it all"

I wondered how life like that would be. I'll sing all the songs carved in my head, I'll tell the stories from every adventure I went through. Write every poem about everything I love, I'll do everything, anything that comes to mind. It will be a dream I wouldn't want to wake up from.

The boy kept playing his lyre, so I sang along. It was comforting in a way, it felt freeing to be at peace for some time.

" You can be free right now," said the boy with the lyre. I don't get it, It's hard to be free with everything going on. What would people think of me? "Does it matter what they think of you?" What a silly question the boy asked. Well, of course, it does, I guess I just grew up valuing what people think of me more than what I wanted for myself.

"I once heard a story from a friend of mine about a flower that only grows in one region and only blooms at one night. It was a unique flower; I think it's beautiful but others say it should not even exist so it chose to rarely bloom. In the end, people found the flower blooming such a wonderful and rare sight it is" Though it was a short summary of the story I understand what he meant I still don't know why he's telling me this story.

"There seems to be a lot in your mind my friend" Well can you blame me; this is quite confusing! Well, I was still confused about this whole situation. I tried asking more but he kept answering about how I knew it in my heart. I stopped asking for answers, it would lead me to nowhere.

I saw the lyre placed near the bench and borrowed it, to my surprise he easily said yes. I mean who would easily let a stranger borrow your instrument? I started playing a song I really like

Underneath the pale moonlight

Dreaming of a circus life

Carousels and Ferris heights...

While playing the song the wind blew by my back "I know deep in you want to be free, let go and be yourself. Be a sight to behold and be like that flower in the story.

I turned to see the boy but when I looked back all I saw was the flower that only grows in one region and only blooms in one night. 

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