less than 2 hours till lesson starts;
and i'm finally done with my weird-looking drawing.
all the while listening to joe hisaishi's piano stories and orchestra pieces.

you know, his amazing works never fail to strike a chord in my heart.
showering my body with rains of nostalgia,
and piercing my heart with arrows of melancholy.
every single cell in me tingles as the sound of his music fills my ears.

so many familiar tunes.

if a high-pitched violin melody can be played soulfully and in tune,
woah i'm sure goosebumps would creep all over me.
my memory leads me back to animations medley,
one of the most memorable band pieces to me.
because it represented my struggles in those days.
oh how i can so identify with those feelings right now.
a timely memory-stirrer indeed.

i love the sound of the cello.
that deep, mellow, string-y sound.
it makes me wonder why it is invented to make humans feel the way i feel now.
why does music exist?
to trap me in this bubble i'm in at this moment?

oh dear, i'm turning nocturnal.


there she goes
7:09 AM