sometimes when i play the piano i feel myself spirited away. transported into a different world.
In a world where I am free to express myself in any way I would want to.
feelings of destitution, sometimes hope, anger, hatred, and love...sometimes a struggle against the Divine One...or just simply a struggle.
whenever I'm transported into this world, I would never want to come back.


but the music, however beautiful, must have an end. I've often struggled with this concept of "finale"; why must there be an end to something so beautiful?

in the same way the life that I live would reach a certain end.
one very day I will be judged how well I live my life here on earth.

I believe that I would live to see the Armageddon; day by day more and more signs are coming true, more and more of reality spits into my face.

Time is running out.

like how all pieces of music end, the world shall end as well.

On a sidenote, the day I played rachmaninov still lingers within me...at least it was something very special to me.

my name is neek and i like sheepyyy
I hope to fly one day so I can drop down from the sky and eat people. I think it can actually work =)

music perhaps?






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