Deafening to My Ears

     The piercing screams of thousands of people in Rogers Arena are deafening to my ears, and although I know I will spend all of tomorrow unknowingly screaming at people and asking them to repeat every word they say, I disregard all of this as I lose myself in the moment, trying to be heard above the crowd as I watch my favorite singer rise to the stage.

Where The World Began

     The setting sun peeked behind grey mountains and poured new colours across the landscape. The usually dull clouds were pink, transformed into floating cotton candy in the horizon. The surface of the water reflected the magnificent colour of the orange sky, a roughly textured mirror displaying an out-of-focus image of the outside world. Times like this, where everything appears extra vibrant in color, the final moments of lightness before the sun hides away for the night, are my favorite. My favorite, because I know my world is about to begin.

     Scores of people miss out on my world, too consumed staring at a flat screen television while cuddling up on a comfy couch, retreating from my world behind drawn curtains and closed doors. A place they are convinced is nothing but cold and dark, where colours don't exist, only a black as shadowy as a grim reaper's hood. Children, and some adults (although they won't confess), hide under covers and fall asleep with fears of monsters etched into their minds. All kinds of nonsense takes place in my world, corpses coming to life in graveyards and people becoming afraid of their own basements, a death trap with no escape. Hollywood films has viewers convinced it's when things get gory and criminals wander the streets searching for new victims. And who's next? It might be you. But I think it's rather a peaceful place, where a black blanket covers the sky and hides the sun, so faraway stars get their turn to shine.

     It's a time where people's eyelids gain immense weight until they are too heavy to lift. Eyes shut, they close off their surroundings and live in their own imagination where flying dinosaurs can roam a golden sky and rivers can be filled with an endless supply of flowing white chocolate. A secret place no one else can truly understand, never imagine to the exact detail.

     Though, if you stay awake, another world comes alive, full of living things that hide all day from threatening noises they think are chaos, the blaring sounds people call music traveling through speakers and honking of cars frustrated drivers make when in a rush to get to work. In my hushed world, you notice a lot more, see a lot more, hear a lot more. Notice the glowing eyes pouched in trees, the sweet smell of pine in the cool winter air. See the stars, so bright and infinite in the sky, one must wonder how they could possibly be invisible during the day. Hear the soft soothing sounds of waves crashing onto the shore, the reflection of city lights on the water's surface like a blurry painting of the starry night. Beautiful yet mysterious, just like my world.

     My world, not a place where Frankenstein eats the brains of those awake. Not a place where you get hunted down by people chasing you in a scream mask. Not a place where crows transform into pale blood-sucking vampires, their teeth ending in sharp points, two rows of glistening knives smiling at you in the moonlight.

     My world, the beginning and end both equally as beautiful as the other, a picture perfect moment where not a single color is missing. A place where the ocean sparkles like a million diamonds are spread across its surface, where the sky is neither grey or blue, but rather a spectrum of colour fading from one shade to the next, where birds hidden behind a clutter of leaves sing the song to your favorite tune, the best morning alarm clock on the face of this Earth.

     The song, beautiful yet mysterious, just like the night. 
     Just like my world.