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{ Dreamer }
Definition:

1. a person who dreams.

2. a person who lives in a world of fantasy; one who is impractical and unrealistic.

3. a person whose ideas or projects are considered audacious or highly speculative; visionary.
{ Marianne }

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
It was always you.

{ Past. }

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{ Wednesday, December 16, 2009 }

I have absolutely no words to explain how I feel. Its a positive feeling but I cant seem to put it in words.

I know what excites me.
I know what I love.
I know what irritates me.
I know what makes me smile.
I know me.

And a good friend captured it in a sentence.

"Its really great knowing someone with music flowing non-stop in her veins."

Be it anger, sorrow, joy or whatever else I'm feeling, there's music in it. Maybe that's what I'm supposed to do. Perhaps I'm on this earth to make people notice the music of living. The music of being alive. The music of pain, the music of joy. I'm made to open up music to those who shut music out.

& that's what you are.


{ fin }