When I was young

When I was young I sat with wind chimes.  I wondered of nothing, I can remember there was a resonance there that all things were heard from-within me.  This solace kept me from screaming.  The wind chimes were not confused, never knowing the fret to come next; just as one thought will play from the last naturally; its tone was perfect in the dynamics of randomness.  In life there are those who take things from you because the sound resounds somewhere within them; it is that they are trying to replace their screams.  We understand ourselves through others as a natural learning process.  Never worry about change, or who’s changed, or who needs changing; the wind will focus on this.  
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