Prompt: Write about whatever you want :D
Source: My photography class.
Response: The music filled her ears, a haunting, lovely melody that - though recognizable - spoke of things surely not intended by the artist. It spoke of closeness and distance, of purity and sin, of beauty and ugliness. It spoke of her soul, all patched and bruised and lonesome. It spoke of healing fall days when the colored leaves and crisp air sealed everything against the pains of disappointment. It filled her like food could not - sated her like no liquid refreshment ever could. Words of her own toyed at the edge of her mind, joining the instruments in their cascade, blending with the words she had heard before and could not quite remember.
Notes: This is a hard prompt . . . I like being told what to do . . . Well, that's it. I'll see you all on Saturday and my schedule should go back to about normal (at least until I go back to school LOL)