Monotone

hitwoman
Broken Bottle Cuts, Missing Teeth, and Death Threats
Raspberries and Marathons
"It's not just Fun and Games in Oscar Land"
east side story
MORE HAUNTED HOUSES
at work
strange friends
Sea Cruise
blood red moon
my best friend
pennies
Sheild
Chinese Ambassador
Early Bird
the cafeteria
At Home Again
Roses
celebrity, celebrity
Carnivorous Orchard Dream
A little trip
paradise island and flooding
Shaniqua, Lao, Black Sheep, and a Wedding Dress
Giant mom
the Brave OST

Author: Moses





I play the trombone. Not with an amazing amount of skill or professionalism, but certainly on a regular basis. Lately it, and the people I play with, have become my primary stress reliever. All of which is to set up why this dream is so frightening.

I don't remember much of it (I never do), but what I do remember is that in it everything is in monotone. I can't perceive melody or pitch or anything. When people sing I am aware of words and rhythm, but nothing else. I don't remember whether I can think of melody, but when I speak there's not even speech's normal variation up's and down in tone.

And that's all.

Next: framed by junkies Previous: the orange gun Report Privacy SHARE BOOKMARK