Shiny Black Ears, anyone?

We sat in a circle,
on the floor of the huge hall.
And played.
And sang.
While one pretended the guitar stand was a real guitar.
And sang his heart out.

At that moment, no differences mattered.
And all things said and done was let pass.
Because at that moment,
the Magic that bound us all together,
was Music.


We walked along the many stalls,
saw a floating colorful umbrella,
and bought food fit to feed a small country.
Later, joked about shiny black ears all the way back,
leading to stomach aches
and breathing difficulties.

At that moment, no differences mattered.
For that brief moment, all troubles were forgotten.
Because at that moment,
the Magic that bound us all together,
was Laughter.


It's those little things in life we often overlook that actually might mean a whole lot more.

alamak, alamak.
Tak jadi marah.
lala~
=P