It's the soundsthe keys make,the waymy fingersfeel movingacross them.I couldsit hereall dayand play...The“River flows in you”this oneis my favorite.very calming, mostlyat night.The soundscalmedthe stormwithin me,I just closedmy eyesand letthe soundstake over me.
It's been awhile since I touchedthese keys...I don't knowwhat exactlymade me stop...I must not enjoy it anymore.Instead of playingmyself,I watch the others. I miss it, I missthe feelingof being on thatstage...and makingpeople listen...to me...I missthe soundsthe keys make,the waymy fingersfeel movingacross them...
I have abandonedit...
my heart weepsto belongback where ITbelongs...- written on March 27, 2016
About the Creator
Cassiie Etienne
28 years old. I have been writing for as long as I could remember. For some reason writing was the only way I could express myself when I was younger and it still is one of the best ways I express myself.
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