on a piano,
there is a key for every emotion you have. for years i have consistently barricaded myself into any room with a piano for hours upon end,singing real songs or making some up.but today i realized that for me,even just looking at a piano entails such beauty.music and art is another form of communication.its a language that can only come from your soul.
tonight i dabbled a little with some acrylic, i painted this and gave it to a stranger
and still,he picks me a flower almost everyday
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