People came here to see a show, and that is what they were going to get. As the curtains opened and the music began to play, in came the troops, odd in number and coordination. Some moved in rhythm; others were dancing to their own beat. Some spectators wanted their money back after witnessing such a fiasco, while the rest were mesmerized at the dance's reality; the chaos appealed to them, the haphazardness of it all, a lot like our everyday lives that are not stacked like neatly labelled boxes. Isn't that what this is about, perspective? How victorious was our last dance, and how many left the theatre enriched?
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Mundane Musings of a Misunderstood Mind
Non-FictionAs the name suggests, these are snippets of the things that play on the author's mind; whether it is an oddity of society or a thought that randomly lingers a little longer than usual. You can call it creative writing, philosophy, lessons, musings o...
