in need of an instrument.

I miss playing the piano and the feel of my fingertips hitting the cool smooth ivory keys. I miss that moment when you hit the right notes and the sound that conjures rings with clarity. I miss visually running over crotchets and quavers and knowing that i'm unknowingly two beats ahead. I miss that euphoric feeling you get after you've had a perfect and error-free performance.

I am not the enemy.
So you say.
Sure you're not, honey.

I thought that it was gone. Honestly. I thought I had buried it deep within my subconsciousness and to never let it surface. I admit, there were times where I had a relapse or two and there were instances when I spoke to others about it. But it was unintentional and if I could forget it, I promise you I would. But it's not something you can just forget, after all, I did invest quite some time into it. And now, you've come again and taken a hold on me like you did before.

Naruto shippuuden (did I spell that right?!)

You will be my downfall!!! such perfect timing to re-enter my life too.