"...a planet where the language kept turning into pure music, because the creatures were so enchanted by sounds. Words became musical notes. Sentences became melodies. They were useless as conveyors of information, because nobody knew or cared what the meanings of the words were anymore."
I don't bother to worry about what people think or even what I think anymore, because even though I have my off-days (as does everyone), I will always deep down be happy. All I can think when I take a deep breath and look around is how beautiful everything in the worlds is, especially the ugly things. In a world of so many people and things and animals and possibilities, everything is a novelty.
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