This is where you will see me.
A place to record my thoughts and feelings.
A place to indulge music and the celebration of creating it.
A place to talk nonsense.
A place to welcome you.
I felt free in the beginning days of knowing you.
I was standing on the rocks (although pretty scary),
then at one moment, the sea breeze gently brushes
through my face...
Fresh, clean, restless.
Today, you don't see me and recognize me anymore,
a detached string.
Although we stand close, but forced empty.
Thank you for setting me free.