The Escape, The Journey: The Contemplation

Can't live without Music, a Pencil, or the Freedom of Speech.
All three of these are not objects, but concepts of our minds when used as such. Music is the audible medium of our inner selves. What we listen to, on a constant, and what we open ourselves to reveals more of our person in a whole. Our fears, our joys, etcetera. A Pencil is the literature medium of life itself. What we write down, whether it wasn't meant to be said or whether it was intended to affect the reader with a particular emotion, shows our perception of the pieces of the puzzle to our individual life and mind state. Yet, the difference between the pencil and a pen or the keyboard is that we can erase our mistakes, an unattainable goal when we look back at our past and wish that certain obscurities within them never happened. With the pencil as the utensil, we can feel the object smoothing erasing away that mistake. Although, The Freedom of Speech is the greatest equality any citizen of America, no, anyone period, could ever ask for. With this, we're allowed to say what we want, when we want, however we want. That is why I'm doing this. To honor all three of these, what I believe to be a conceptional alignment of myself, and transfer them to mainstream interweb.

Welcome to The Contemplation.