The Rubik's Cube

April 12, 2012
By Anonymous

The squares… they look bizarre.

Each answer is a little different.
Some match up through colors,
Some match up through melody,
Some match up with mixed rage and melancholy.

I can’t turn the sides.

That’s half the mystery.

I can’t open the door.

That’s half the courage.

The author's comments:
I was dreaming.

I was in a floating world, everything hazy, but the only object I could fix myself on was this door. I go up to the door and reach for the handle, but it's a scrambled Rubik's Cube. I had the strangest experience trying to solve it, the type that can't be explained, but it required me to physically line up emotions and songs and musical pitches... it was quite the strange experience.

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