Journal Entry .01

A Story by Peach

thoughts and quarries of a wandering mind. pretending to be what it could.

Thursday September 26, 2013

The corridors are empty, they almost let out a cry in their silence asking for a sound to be made. I am alone. Left to silently discuss with myself of the day's ventures that have yet to be foretold. Within my own unspoken dialogue a lonely piano begins to play. Another soul left behind in the morning dew, awaiting for a voice to accompany. My voice remains unheard.

Together we are not alone, yet we neglect to acknowledge each other's presence. So, together we play. A song of a journey we both yearn to take.

It is a song of promises made, of questions longing to be answered.

Crescendo.

It is a song that takes you down the path you were fortunate enough to discover before anyone else, and because of that the song is yours.

Fade into...

Rightfully.

I don't look like myself today, so I understand if you do not recognize me...But it's good to see you again. Our fingers intertwine, the piano player's and mine. Together we play our song.

~Goodmorning