I had the misfortune of roaming around Square 2 yesterday. I had time on my hands so I figured, why not walk around and see what I can find? Bad idea. To see a table in a ramen shop and remember how I once had a good time there, having a meal with someone I once loved. To remember how I walked from a hospital across the road, meeting someone up just to grab an ice cream. There are too many memories in that place.
There are too many memories everywhere I look.
I wept as I played the 2nd movement of Pathetique today. Yes, I feel pathetic, crying over something that is already lost to me. It used to be a favourite, now it just hurts to even hear the soothing melodic strands that stream out from beneath my fingers. My fingers can play the piano, but my heart no longer can bear it. What used to be a blessing now is just a cursed memory. I never want to hear that song again.
Till the day I can't remember. That's a hope.
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