It can be an odd world, especially once you leave it and return. Walking through the streets and hoping to find redemption can be a difficult task. You have to be open to what the universe throws out at you.
Open. Not closed. She knew that.
She came across an old piano. It was flowering. Just like she wanted to. She wanted to help purify the air. Give back to the world. Bring happiness. Can an old piano with no working keys but one that is helping nurture soil bring anything of worth to the world? Of course it can.
She tapped the button on her helmet and she shrank. She climbed into the piano and whispered to it from the inside. She let her droplets of blood fall onto the surface. And the world heard a haunting yet moving melody.
Categories: Psychology, writing prompt
psychologistmimi 
Played the Piano by Sheet Music
Played Life by Sheet Music Couldn’t
Even Create ‘Chop Sticks’ until
One Day this came out
Shortly Before i went to
Hell For 66
Months it was
An SOS from my
Soul finally recovered
When i wrote
The Lyrics to the
Song Challenging Alexithymia
The ‘Song oF mY SoUL’ exceeds
6.6 Million Words now as the Music
Finally changes away from Haunted
Ghost Wandering Earth Dead Alive…
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Thanks for sharing! Cheers
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Smiles my Pleasure..:)!
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The Sound Quality is not
Great ‘cause in ‘07 i recorded
It on an Old Digital Voice Recorder
Like the Broken
Down
Piano of my
Soul.. i had
Forgotten about
It until i read your Words..
Thanks.. it was almost like
i wrote it in ‘O7 if i could
Have put my Feelings in
Words as Ghosts Do Live
Again…
i am
Living Proof..:)
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Oh wow
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Thanks PM..:))
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