It’s very dreary today. The sky is dark and there is snow falling all around. Despite the joy that is always associated with it, i remember noting but cold and sad memories. I’m tired. I don’t understand why I’m like this. I just want to crawl into bed and never leave. I’ve been listening to piano music for days now. More specifically I’ve been listening to
. He’s a wonderful composer. I discovered his music back in high school. I good friend of my would always play it on the piano as her warm up. I’d just sit and listen to her. I marveled at the grace of her fingers dancing across the keys.I want to learn to play piano. I want to be able to make soothing music the way so many artists did before. It’s the only thing I really enjoy anymore. Music has the ability to pull emotions form the emotionless. It can make you smile and laugh or it can bring tears to your eyes and leave you breathless. I wish I was talented like so many others but it seems to just be a hopeless dream. There are so many things I wish I could do, that I wish I could learn. But it’s like I’ve run out of time. I’m surrounded by extraordinary people. They can sing, draw, write, or play an instrument. Then there’s me-useless, ordinary. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy for them. They have an amazing gift that makes the world just a bit brighter. I love watching them use their talent and cheering them on. I guess I just feel unimportant in comparison. Like everything I do is meaningless.
I’m tired. It’s been a very sad day. I’m reflecting on things I shouldn’t be. I should go now.
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