it had been quite a long time since the times i used to sit across an emptiness to tell something; if feels strange.
to touch the keyboard right now feels like the way someone who quited playing piano long time ago would feel when hitting keys bashfully in a music store after so many music less years. i'm waiting for a wave of spirit to take me away from this smoky study.
well, passer by, it's shitty; but it is a start.
a start. an indistinct one.
