Exhausted

The sound of my footsteps on the wooden floor echoed in a darkened, empty hall. The electronic clock on the wall blinked 8.32pm. I advanced up the stage, towards the backstage. Behind the heavy curtains lies the black beauty, glimmering in the dark. I open its lid to reveal the intricate arrangement of strings and velveted hammers.

In the absence of people, in the dim lights which inflitrated the hall, in the darkness that lingers beyond, in silence, for the restless or peaceful souls, the finger dances around the keys... I can play to my heart's contend.

I love the solace and solitude.

Past two weeks had been particularly a hard period of time. Have been thinking too hard, and trying to find answers which just unearthed even more quetions. First it was about the reality of society, hypocrisy, corporatism... then came the ideas of capitalism, "survival", planning for future... After wednesday, it's the bombastic ideas of postmodernism, of questioning, of thinking what it means to be a human, on values...

My rollarcoaster ride hasn't finished yet. Still many more to come i guess.. there are still so many things that i have yet to know, or figure out. Thoughts thoughts thoughts.. they sure are tiring things..

It seems like no matter how much I rest it'll never be enough. I don't like weekends. I can't study much yet can't rest much at the same time. What am I doing? reading books, playing piano. Oh wells.

Its been a long long while since I last visited the beach. I miss sunrises and stars. Probably will go there one of these days...

Tough it out yc.. u can do it.