My Thoughts On Music(:

Take this music in stride.
Take a brief moment and breathe in
The love and passion that the artist have portrayed.
Let this music to you be the same music that:
Made me laugh
Made me cry
And helped me conquer my deepest fears.
The music that lets me know
That everyone isn't against me,
Like I'd sometimes wish to think.

Sometimes music tells a story.
Sometimes its just there to make you feel good,
But never, and I mean never
Will music have no purpose.
It will always mean something to someone,
No matter how irrelevant the lyrics may seem.

It's Not Over(:

Well, Now that I've finished my first story, it's time I started a new one and I will soon enough. I'm gonna mix in some poetry to shake things up for the book, so check em out above(:

<3MicahGalore

The Journey of You and I, Together, Pt. 5

When I finally did wake up, the sun was already out. I assumed that I slept much longer than I really had, but when I checked the time it was only almost eight and you were still sleeping. No matter how hard it was to resist, I drew the line at watching people sleep. You were very peaceful looking, and that’s all I really needed to know about your sleeping habits. Why be a creeper and ruin such a good time? There was no good answer to that question, and I didn’t find watching people sleep intriguing anyway. More like an invasion of privacy, so with that I moved on. It was much too early for me to eat, so I decided to tidy myself. I took a hot shower, brushed teeth, washed face, and more importantly, tamed my hair. After that was all said and done, I moved to the back porch. There was a big swinging bench type thing, so I gathered my pen and notebook to have some relax time. I sat with one leg hanging off the swing, so that I would have my knee to rest my notebook. As I was writing, I felt the need to document the details of our journey so far. There was so much to think about that I didn’t know where to begin. Once my thought process began working in a logical way, I figured that there was no better place to start than at the beginning. I mean, I was no William Faulkner. Chronological order was the thing that had inhabited itself inside of me so deep that there was no turning back now. Like a conscience. Or a tumor. “That was a good use of abstract versus concrete, I should use that in a poem”, I thought. I then laughed at myself a little bit for my flashbacks on literary analysis. Ina sick, twisted, nonsensical way I would miss doing it. Regardless, I would start the story from the beginning and work my way through like I rightfully should. Before I put my pen to the page, I took another look at my atmosphere. The sun was out, and there was still moisture in the air from the rain. It smelled really good. I did a roundabout glance to end up facing down at my paper. I put the tip of the pen to the paper, inhaled, exhaled, and the words came out. “I can see the sun just a little, peeking from behind the clouds. It was almost like a child playing hide and seek.” I wrote carefully in script. I heard two knocks and you came outside to join me on the swinging bench. “What are you writing?” you asked. I replied with, “A story. The story we’ve been writing, together.”


Hope you enjoyed(:
I'm working on my next story now.
-Micah Galore<3

The Journey of You and I, Together, Pt. 4

Suddenly there was an intrusion  into my thought process. There was music. A piano. I began to hear an array of beautiful chords with a solemn underbelly. I was frozen in wonder of the wonderful you. I let the music fill my ears, and it spread throughout my lungs, to my diaphragm, and back up to my ears. I felt lightheaded until I was completely floating to another place. My body relaxed and I drifted into a warm daydream. An entire orchestra surrounded the piece you played. The music was familiar, but I couldn't quite place my finger on it. My eyes were already closed gecause of my dream-like state, but I could feel them shut tighter attempting to remember. Once again, retrieval failure occured and I drifted back again. I was back at the cliff . I saw us sitting there, you and I, together. There was comfort. There was connection. There was absolutely nothing I needed to prove to you. I slowly began to drift back into reality. The music was still playing when I opened my eyes. It was like I was opening my eyes for the second time ever. Everything had been seen once before, but seeing it a second time gave me some small hint of verification that everything was real. I moved quickly to find out where you were. The cabin, however small, had many rooms possessing many items of great interest. I made myself pass them up to find you. When I finally came to the room you were in, you didn't notice. Your eyes were firmly set on the 88 keys of this beautiful grand piano. Your fingers moved danced across the keys like a graceful ballerina sometimes hopping up to a black key with such ease. You continued to play as I eased my way over to you. I was almost as smooth as your musical transitions. My hands rose to rest on your shoulders with much hesitation. My mind did a very quick risk assessment. Would this interfere with your playing? Would you stop at my presence? Before my mind could finish, my hands were on your shoulders gently resting. You didn't jump or become startled. I could hear you stop the melody you were submerged in, and transition into an ending though. As you moved your way all the way up and back down the keys, I couldn't resist the urge to dance again. Your music in conjunction with my movement could create a beautiful combination. While my mind had begun to flutter again, you turned around smoothly, sliding your legs around the bench. The hands that had once been resting on your shoulders lifted to allow you to turn around, and still lingered in the air. As soon as your body faced me, you placed your hands in mine and lowered them to your face. You took a deep and slow breath in and planted a small, gently kiss on them. The tingling started in my finger tips, and up through my fingers, up my arms making the hairs on them stand erect, up to my shoulders, trickling upward through my neck, up to my mouth making my lip quiver, my nose shake, my eyelashes flutter, and my head while. My eyes batted until they finally opened to reveal your face. As soon as my eyes became fixated on you, you quickly looked away. Your eyes averted so quickly that I doubted that you had even been looking at me in the first place. As quickly as you had averted your eyes, you then moved them back on me. My hands had dropped to my side. You rose quickly picking them up, placing one of my hands on your shoulder, and  your hand around my waist, "Let's dance.", you said just loud enough for me to hear. The beautiful chords you played earlier rang loudly in my eyars as we slowly, fluidly moved across the floor. Our bodies were in sync, as if this was a routine that we had been over a million times before. "I never knew you could dance.", I whispered jokingly. "Haha, there are a lot of things that you DON'T know about me, darling.", you replied as you took me for a whirl. You spun us over to a stereo, pressing on and play almost simultaneously. In another move, we maneuvered back across the room, swaying to the music. Wwe stood still for a moment and I lowered my head so that I was looking at our bare feet. I could feel the warmth of your breath on my forehead. All of a sudden, I felt very weak in the knees, and my head began to feel very light. My spirit started to float again, but your voice quickly didn a reverse reaction. You were saying something inaudible, even though our faces were almost touching. I wasn't sure if it was my hearing at fault, or whether you were purposely mumbling your words so that I wouldn't hear. I leaned a little closer in hopes of maybe understanding some of what you were saying and being able to deciper the rest. Once I really got to listen to you, I noticed that you were singing. The meldoy that came from your mouth matched the one on the radio. Your vocal chords produced low, somber tones sending chills up and down my spine. Before I knew what I was doing,I had picked up the tune and began singing in harmony. Still dancing our heads ear to ear, we sang, we danced, we lived. As the song came to an end, we swayed in silence.The faint noise of our feet padded by the carpet provided a steady rhythm with a very small noise factor. At that moment, I began to feel very sleepy. It was as if my entire body sensed it and began to send me signs that it was about that time to get some rest. Without having to say a word, you spun me out letting our hands part instead of pulling me back as you would ahve normally done. "Goodnight, you.", I said. You replied with, "Goodnight to you too...you." I went to a room and flopped on the bed, realizing that there were no blankets. This confused me until I remembered that you had stolen all of the blankets and pillows for our short period of movies. As if reading my mind,  you appeared in the room I was in and tossed a pillow at me. Then you spread the blanket over me, and with that you were gone. I fell asleep with great ease. It must've been late when I fell asleep because I didn't dream taht night out of pure exhaustion.

The Journey of You and I, Together, Pt. 3

Oh, the rain. I put my belongings on the soft, wet ground. They landed with a "squish" even though I took such caution in putting them down carefully. And with that, I began to dance. It wasn't a specified routine, but a part-interpretive-part-flailing type of dance. You stood with yur hands in your pockets leaned to the side staring at me. It seemed like the bullets of rain weren't touching me as the music in my head grew louder and louder, but as I slowed to a stop I could feel myself drenched. The rain didn't seem to faze you at all. You stood there, drenched and motionless, still looking at me. I took a curtsy, and you removed your hands from your pockets for a moment to clap for me. I smiled and picked up my things as you asked, "Where'd you learn how to dance like that?", as if you knew something I didn't. I already had a response ready. "I didn't. I just stopped thinking, let my body go, and figured out that I knew it all along. It's a wonder what the rain can do for a girl.",I said with a smile. You smiled replying, "THAT is what I saw behind your eyes in case you were wondering." I walked over to you and as we stood face to face, it seemed like the world spun a little slower. That moment was shattered by a loud clap of thunder, and we scurried off looking for shelter. We were in such a panic that we almost didn't notice the cabin standing there all by its lonesome. We exchanged glances and made a break for it. We both had to ram our shoulders up against the door to get it open revealing a cozy inside. The cabin looked like it was a seasonal home, currently in its off-season, but fully-furnished with the basics: couch, love seat, recliner, etc. We went to seperate rooms and changed into dry clothes, and for once today we weren't together and it felt okay. I had enough of you in my heart, so that if a situation such as this were to happen, I would be alright. After changing, we made our way to the kitchen. There was food, none of which had spoiled yet, and we began to rummage. We came to a consensus, and I started to cook. Once I was finished, I cleaned up some plates for us to eat on.  You were in the other room doing God knows what. I set the table and called you in to eat. Strangely enough, I didn't find it uncomfortable to eat in front of you. It was almost as if I had done it a million times before. Midbite,I looked up and you had this goofy half-grin on your face. I began to laugh hysterically.  Your grin transformed into a confused look and you asked, "What are you laughting at?" I replied with, "Who's asking?" in a smart aleck tone. You came back with, "Inquiring minds want to know." I lifted my hand up and pointed my index finger at you, then leaned forward and touched my finger to your nose. Your eyes went cross-eyed to watch what my finger was doing. We both just laughed. The amount of laughter that we shared on our journey was extreme. We could enjoy the silly things. We finished eating and cleaned things up to be good tenants of this convenient cabin.  However, there may have been a bigger mess after we cleaned than before. By the time I actually managed to tame the mound of bubbles you created, you were nowhere to be found. I creaped around the cabin in hopes of sneaking up on you. i walked into the living area as quietly as possible to a suprising setup. It was so serene. My eyes grew large is I took in the scene in front of me. My hand came up to cover my mouth as I stared in shock and awe. You came in from the kitched whistling and walked around me in continuance of your setup. On the floor in front of the couches, you had moved the coffee table out of the way and thrown a mess of pillows onto the floor. They looked like they had been stripped off of various beds around the house. You had obviously brought the blankets with you becasuse of the messy heap next to the pillow mountain. What you returned with was a big bowl of assorted goodies and snacks. You left the room again to return with a stack of movies in your arms that went higher than your head. As I scanned the titles I noticed a few comedies, horror flicks, and love stories. "Since we had to wait until the rain stopped, I figured we may as well do something productive with our time.", you said so matter-of-factly. After that, you continued with setting up. One by one, you organized the blankets into a stack to make a bed-type formation. You threw all the pillows in a stack right next to us and right as I was going to ask what you were doing, you pushed me onto the stack of pillows and laughed hysterically. You jumped on right next to me, remote in hand, and flicked on the tube. There was already a movie in, but I wasn't paying too much attention to it. I began to speak, but quickly decided against it. I stared at the screen, not watching the movei at all, merely taking in the images that came up. Once the movie ended, we just sat. First, staring straight ahead, then turning slowly coming face to face with each other. I sneakily grabbed a pillow and threw it at you. It landed with a great thud on your lap as you turned your face into a deep forced frown, pushing your lower lip as far down and out as was physically able. I laughed atyou, and rose slowly as you got up and left the room. I began to feel a twinge of guilt for laughing at you as I sat in silence, and alone.

Enjoy! Modern Fixations, Pt. 4 Coming Soon!(:
Micah Galore<3

Update!(:

So, here's how it's going to work.
I had a major thought today, and it's pretty darn amazing. My thought is, I'm not quite up to book standards, per se. I don't think I'm quite ready. BUT! I will still make this a book, just not a novel. A book of short stories(: A mini novel mass of sorts. The book is to be titled Modern Fixations, and I will EVENTUALLY change the title of the story being written now...when it comes to me.
Anyway, that's the deal for now. I'm out.

MicahGalore(:

The Journey of You and I, Together, Pt. 2

To my dismay, time did not stop for us and I realized that I had to hold on to every present moment for the time it was there and no longer. Every moment that I dwelled on the past, I lost a touch of our present. Being stuck like this limited the new precious moments I could make with you. We came to the edge of a forest. It had rained right over the forest as if in anticipation of our arrival. Glances were exchanged as we move forward. The smell of the forest seeped into my lungs, and life entered me and my senses felt so alive! The greens of the forest seemed so much greener, and the soft dirt like a bed of growth. I hadn't realized that my eyes were closed until I felt your hands on the side of my face, your thumbs rolling over my eyelids. You moved your thumbs so tenderly as if you were overcome with fear of destroying a delicate flower in lieu of my eyes. You brushed your thumbs over my eyelashes, and I could feel them flicker back down onto my face. Your heart was racing. I had moved my hands to hold your forearms parallel to each other on either side of my face, and through your wrists I could feel the thump of your pulse. I could feel the blood moving up and down your arm through your fingertips and back to your heart. Your breathing, however, was steadier than a sniper's. Your ability to maintain calm was commendable and I could never match it. I opened my eyes slowly so not to startle or interrupt you. The way you were looking at me...was puzzling. You were slightly stooped down, very close to me, as if observing me. You finally spoke to me saying, "I can see your spirit dancing behind your eyes.", he continued, "The passion you're emitting is indescribable." I smiled a bit as I looked down then away. Your hands were still on my face, but you loosened them, allowing me to moved my head as I pleased. I dropped my arms to my side. With my hands feeling your pulse, I could already feel my body trying to match it. The musician in me enjoyed keeping in time. I had to stop. This already felt too cliche, although it was quite funny in some ways. You never thought of me as the outdoors inclined person, and I wasn't. But I wasn't incapable of enjoying myself. We weren't exactly at trekking speed; It was more of a less than casual stroll. Every few seconds I felt my eyes flicker open and closed as a new image of you clicked in my mind. I was taking mental pictures...getting stuck in the moment. You were still studying me. Your fingertips glided along my cheek bones, down to my collarbone, to my shoulder where they stopped. I slumped and your hands floated in the air where my shoulders had been. "Clever there, aren't you?", you quickly interjected. You smirked and lowered your arms  to your side and at that very moment we just looked at each other. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in that head of yours. What did you think about our adventure so far? How was I possibly supposed to figure that out?! Just as I was readying myself to muscle up and ask you, you spoke. Gently first, then clearing your throat to add clarity, "This is strange. This excursion, this forest, this...everything. I alwasy thought, when I was young, that I would love things right out with such ease. It's just that easy when you're a kid; I thought it would carry along with me as I grew up. But now I've grown to find that one must be accustomed to something before you can fully understand it. With understanding comes that love. With that love comes the fire and passion." I was speechless. I don't remember saying anything in reply to you, but I sense that you heard it all. And that's the moment that everything changed. Again. Things were constantly changing with you and I. I was happy that we weren't becoming just one as a whole instead of a you and I. When there's just a whole, one can miss what the other has to offer, to teach, to be taught. Things were good. We continued walking, when it started to rain again.