I used to love piano,
playing it for hours,
trying to get the right sound.
But...
Somewhere along the way,
I stopped playing it.
I guess..I..
just couldn't keep up.
How I wanted to be,
and how I became,
got too different.
I start by playing some warm up exercises.
Crap, I got really bad..
30 minutes pass..
A hour passes..
Alright, I think I warmed up.
I take Beethovens "Moonlight Sonata"
And start playing it.
I can't keep up with the tempo.
My mind drifts away,
My fingers start playing on their own.
The moon shines through the window,
It feels like the moon itself approves of my playing.
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Behind the mask
Short Story[Slice of life;Romance;Drama] Sora lives his life hiding behind a mask, he doesn't want others knowing the real him
