Miss Ohm, The Tale

«Listen to what I say, and listen closely, you'll only regret it when you know because you did it, untill then you won't cause you haven't! And you'll only be pleased when you do it, because at the moment you'll know, untill then you won't be happy!»

For I've set my world on fire, and sent it to oblivion for a long long time, there was a time where I knew nothing of what I wanted to do.
After passing through rough times with hard feelings plundering and harvesting my chest and soul I've discovered something greater then life itself. Music... and in music, I found its messenger, a Lady if I may call her; "Miss Ohm"

«We sat back to, like, a year or so ago prior to the date of this post where in this tale, a fairy tale to some who might see that way but more to me like a demoninesed by God's will tale, I imagene myself finding how odd would it be finding a person with kinda the same musicinal interests as myself, but gone wild and beserk and everything goes boom. where I transcript to this mere little blog of mine part of fantasy and reality look a like world of my own, where I loose myself from time to time, and how the character, this one in the first person, will feel like about all of this. No one should take this seriously except for my one... and perhaps some other more may take this as a reference and may act crazy cause the story will not be pleasureful enough to them.»

Tough the night was long, and people who were around me did not realise what was going on, I decided to make the night worthwhile. When suddenly something struck me by accident and for a moment I knew something had to be done. Noticed a young girl not even caring for the sound that was making its way into our own ears, it was when I noticed she was not just listening to the music itself, but enjoying it and letting the sound itself take her away in a one way voyage to outer space in a, can be called, space oddity through music.

Altough, for my amusement and stupidity I really thought to myself that something had to be done, letting herself know that what was filling the area had to just simply put graces on, and not think about anything else. But I did not realize that she was already doing it in her own way. 

«It first sounded as if it was one big and long fairy tale whitch I may say I'll never forget and, as it seems, I'll never return to. It was a  typical teen's ambience where the person in matter was illuded »

After that time, I recorded in my mind, the day when I met "Miss Ohm".  Rather sad to know that she was from a far-away land. Really in the outskirts of town, there she was. But why?!  The most intriguing part in this, is the fact that, for a charismatic person as her, I really though she was a radio spokes-woman in those ilegal radio stations, but no... she had the pleasure of cooking "chiken" all day long. Life's Irony. An anti-ant's life.

«Anyone wondering why an anti-ant's life, well ant's have two jobs, "mining" or "fighting and finding" resources, and they mostly get what they deserve as a job when they are born. Not in this case I guess.»

As time went by in both life's, the feeling grew, as 'epicable' friendship. Even if intentions, purposes at some sort of time and date where a bit different and odd, I never knew what was right or wrong, if it should or not be done.

So I kept wondering that at some point, when weird invitations dropped by and really odd stuff that we talked about, I was really looking forward just to be in such a presence, 'Music itself'. Due to the fact the epic conversations, and the epic trade of knowledge in the misconcieved art of knowning some artist and music it deployed an incredible link and really got my attention. So I thought...

One thing that I can say, just to make believable that this is true, and call her "Music Itself", is to state and talk about a lovely, refreshing summer night during a 40 hours straight foward music/arts festival, and even when, at her own place, after she left the festival, she could still feel the vibrations and listen to the music itself from her own place and know the exact rhythm of the actual song playing at that very same moment while I was there. Unbelievable, but true! 

Altough the link was there and it could be felt from a far. The guts were not in me after those incredible moments passed. And the idea of, its too good to be true, aswell were in my head. So even if what I know now, that something had to be done, I let it slide through my very own big and fat fingers, like when a 5-star hotel kicks out of its facilities a very well known rockstar when they know he's full of green.

To keep the friendship alive, I knew I couldn't fuck up. But I did, just by not giving the deserved attention and respect that this, oh so strong person assumed to be but in fact fragile and careless for attention and maybe in need of help in some sort, needed something from myself. Now I know, and as it may seem dull and pointless to admit, I must! I'm  sorry for the trouble caused which I made.

«Even if, as a fictional tale at some sort, vivid ideas, carry on through words and feelings that the only way out, is to be present and be shown.»

Now I do not know, if this will be taken lightly. I know it comes out late as the year has passed, and since that wildly journey, taken among others and herself, Miss Ohm is still in my though and heart.
Now, whenever I think of it, I dunno for sure, if the feeling was the same, and her intentions were the other way around or not.
Its a tipical misconcieved thought, and like those young teens, when they think they are in for a typical gram.

Now the regret is immense and none of this is enough. There were larger books with harder covers that had better endings then this one. Even if those hard covers were filled with soft feelings from the inside, as myself, I would be stuck in the moment thinking about this happy thoughts still and never holding any kind or grief besides from what really happened and still hoping for an eventual bright future.

To conclude, all in all... "shit happens". And this "shit" might not happen again for me, to make things worst.
The journey ends knowing that she might be in a better place having what she really deserves. And that's the rightful and happy thought in the end, and that's what matters the most really, to me it matters her well being.

«Altough both souls never "linked" properly to bond, it remains the same like when it was the first day. A creature ment to love is obliged to suffer from the first day since he starts feeling and falling for someone for the first moment, never compromising anyone nor anything to his heart, this frightful and tender animal, this fluffy beast is of no doubt a dreamer and will always dream with empathy.»