I played this weekend for the first time in what seems like ages.
The keys cold and like stone, fingers moving, arching, creating like silk woven tapestries.
I love the way I feel as I sit there, melodies moving through me.
I miss you when I do this, and maybe that's the reason I haven't in so long. I don't want to miss you. I want to move on.
I want you to be happy, and I think that's what's important.
I hope you are, I'm on that road too.
I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out Does the shoe fit you now
Through the years and the kids and the jobs
Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
We're older but no more the wise -- suzy bogguss -- |
Playing In my other journal there are 4 entries. All of which will be earased today. So, I wanted to save this one, it was written back in February, and it's the only one that really means something in my life now. I played this weekend for the first time in what seems like ages. The keys cold and like stone, fingers moving, arching, creating like silk woven tapestries. I love the way I feel as I sit there, melodies moving through me. I miss you when I do this, and maybe that's the reason I haven't in so long. I don't want to miss you. I want to move on. I want you to be happy, and I think that's what's important. I hope you are, I'm on that road too.
Brief - 2007-07-05
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