Helen Keller once said,
“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.”
In other words:
YOU CAN’T TOUCH THIS.
-Tyler Im
Silently I sit up in bed. I look behind me to observe the soft orange lights from the streetlamp filter through the window blinds. Too early before sunrise, a dead silence hangs in the air. But I hear my heart. Beat. Ever so quietly. Hush my dear. And only in my dreams, does the electric violin wail in the night. It pierces my soul and I am left breathless as I hear its pain and all its sorrow and desperation for humanity. How does this mere instrument capture these raw emotions that flare up in us. This beautiful yet frightening sound...It keeps me up as I listen to its screams. I wince. Are we not but beasts that pretend?
