Someone asked me today, "if Santa were real and had unlimited powers, what would you ask for this year for Christmas?"
I thought about the obvious lump sum of money that would allow things to be slightly easier. I thought about asking for a really incredible boyfriend to end my loneliness. But in that moment, I wasn't sure what I really wanted.
But now that I think about it, I know exactly what I'd ask for. A piano.
I miss my piano. Probably just about as deeply as I hurt right now. I could work everything out on a keyboard. It didn't matter if it was sadness or joy, things make sense when it had sound. Music always had a way of bringing me back. My piano was that personal place where I was completely naked and bore my soul. It was often where I met with God (my eden).
I don't have that anymore. I miss it badly. I NEED it now. I wish I could have it back, but it feels like an ex lover. A piece of my soul that's missing.
