It seems as if today, like any other day with exactly the same number of ours, I made the most perhaps daring assumption of my life. In fact two. Time also seem to fly at a rate that made it so comfortable for me to think. Today, I made two daring assumptions. And I don't know how this is going to impact me in the future. But it will, and I know.

I also know, probably one of them is just my really fertile imagination, and probably is going to only remain as fantasy until reality chooses to reveal itself. And for the worst, or for the better?

The music that once flowed through me. That once flowed around me, accompanied with doses of euphoria. So happily- it played, and played, and played. That lifted me above the ground. And by time, this song was already part of me. And it constantly played to the rhythm of my life. Ah, the sound, so pleasing. And suddenly, it slowed. Ritardando. The beats, irregular; the notes, changing; the chords, clashing. And this song slows down. Is it coming to an end already?

"Hey, wait! But so what if it stops?" a voice inside tells me.

I thought about that. Oh, it is true. So what? I hear music in the distance. So far, yet so near. The music, it appears as calming. And perhaps more calming. Despite so far the distance, it lifts me, it's strength flows through me. It's able to make me close my eyes, and listen.

But, yet this song might not approach. And maybe it's just a passing group of notes, and only temporarily playing. And not for my ears to listen.

Perhaps the end of the song, also marks the start of another.

I'm not sure. And, this seems to bring me closer, yet, I feel I'm going further. And further. And further.