Listening to: Fifteen by Taylor SwiftI have not touched my piano in months. Two months? Or maybe even more. I'm not so sure. My dad wanted to sell off my piano because it takes up a lot of space and no one touches it. Very true. But no matter what, I would not agree to the selling of my piano. It is there for me whenever I am feeling down. Somehow when I feel unhappy (which is quite rare), I seek comfort in my piano. Even though I am not very good at it and can only memorize ONE song by heart, it gives me the refuge I need.
I was feeling quite depressed during lunch time, and no one is to be blamed except myself. I was not thinking straight. I was asking myself so many Whys and Hows, all those questions clogged up my brain. I wasn't in the mood to do anything. My undying hunger was already dying. To those of you who don't know, I need to eat at least every 3 hours. I did not have any breakfast before work. My usual self would be starving after work. But today, I barely felt those hunger pangs.And then I had my lunch at almost 3 with Zk at McDs. McDs for lunch two days in a row is not what I fancy but I could not think of anything else to eat at that time. Thanks for accompanying me for lunch, Nephew.
I missed playing my piano. I was still feeling depressed and all the Whys and Hows started swirling around my head again. I saw my piano. I saw my brother sleeping. I looked at the thin layer of dust settled comfortably on top of my piano lid. I lifted it up, sat on my piano bench, and my fingers automatically played the keys of the only song I can memorize by heart.
A tear streamed down my cheek.
And now I am feeling so much better compared to this afternoon. I can think more clearly. All those Whys and Hows are finally answered. Well, most of them are.
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