I crank the music up. Something about the way the rhythms beat against my ears sends a shiver up my spine. almost as though I've become apart of the notes themselves. A voice pierces through the soundwaves and I find that I am lost in trance as my fingers dance around on a keyboard. I've always found the ability to type and look away one of my favorite skills. Lost in the trance of a beautiful song and just listening along, moving my fingers in motions. Motions I make almost every day. Sometimes I don't make them enough. I can't determine why. Why is it that mind wonders so heavily when I am utterly alone with nothing, but the keyboard. Nothing except the words for comfort?
I keep pondering what I am and why I am so determined to hide myself. Do you know what hiding does? It makes you feel pressured and makes you feel like everything that makes you who you are is falling apart. It makes your entire world fall apart. I keep getting asked why I continue in such a broken pattern. I can't even answer. I don't know... I really cannot figure out why I continue to follow the broken promise.
