Every day for 16 years I have sat on that bench, and pounded the pads of my fingertips into those keys. That piano is a physical manifestation of my soul. I am nothing without music.
6/30/10
Home
Shot through my bedroom window. At this point in time, I just don't know what I see outside that window. I grew up here, and it's coming time for me to leave. What does home look like now? What will I see through my bedroom window when I move?
Will it feel this safe?
Will it feel this safe?
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