Teru soars in crystal-clear tones, belying his love for rougher edges and darkness. His melodies weave furious sunlight into the deep blue sky before blending into Hizaki’s more languishing, distorted tones. Hizaki creates his own dichotomy between his harsh reverberation and the soft ruffles and lace of his swirling dress. So dark; so sweet. Separate at first, then as one, they spin their magic.
Their fingers fly over the strings with the speed of light, a mere blur. Their joy, their pride, burst forth in every note. They race and duel each other, their voices entwining, each trying to gain the upper hand, reaching into our minds in perfect harmony.
It’s been seven weeks, and I’m still flush with the rosy energy of my new love. What a curious thing! So outside of myself, so far removed, yet suddenly, so intrinsically and irrevocably woven into the very fabric of my being. Such a clear line between before and after! I can never unsee, unhear, unknow; nothing will ever be the same.
I am again in love with music. Every step I take drums to a rhythm, following the winding path of each guitar solo. While my ears are full of my beloved’s melodies, my eyes see the reflections of their words in a thousand thousand scattered cherry blossoms.
It is a new age.
There’s a category on Medium that I find fascinating. It’s called „100 Naked Words„. The idea is that you write every day, even if its just one hundred words. A hundred words are easy to write, easier than you think. They’re gone in a heartbeat. „Heartbeat“ is word number 44 already.
I haven’t had the guts to apply to the guy who runs it yet. I don’t know if I have the dedication to see it through. Perseverance has always been my greatest weakness. But I’m dipping my toes in the water, and a hundred words a day, I think I can do that.
There. I just did.