As I wound the thingy, I thought 'this is like when I was a kid' not that I had one (except for that mobile thing with the music, that puts you to sleep), but the stories I read, the movies I watched. The music box had been in some of them.

I watched the horses go around up and down on the tiny merry-go-round. Empty. All there was to it was the music it played with it. I thought of how, in the stories or movies I saw, made it a significant object in someone's life.
It stopped. I wound it again, double the time I did before. There was a ferris wheel beside it, I wound that up to. It slowly moved. The music wasnt in sync, I watched it for a few seconds and left.

On the way home, I thought of the music box. I thought of how that one thing brought me back to my childhood. I thought back on how it was meant to be something special in somebody's life, it wasnt in mine, how it is in reality just an object with a marked price of less than 20$ (I'm sorry Im so used to putting the dollar sign in a way I would say it - i know it isnt meant to be). Then I thought, it didnt tell noone, nothing, about life itself.

Labels: something from the soul