Things that I miss

Playing piano.

To see that my fingers can run the keys — without thought.

To hear a melody and play it.

To memorize a piece and fuss over why I can’t remember the “B” section.

To feel the dissonance of an uncomfortable chord.

To be satisfied with the pleasing sounds of progressions.

Writing poetry and song lyrics.

A part of me wants to stop trying to convert my vague and abstract thoughts into something concrete.

But I have to practice converting so I can be better at explaining.

I think a lot of it has to do with a lack of vocabulary.

I used to have such a rich collection back in 7th grade…

Heh.

I like talking to myself.

And I think I might finally be able to go to sleep.