Feel.

This.  



















I feel nothing. 
Nothing feels me.

What is humanity?
What is trust?

One day you will realise.
One day you will understand.

Why hate?
Why love?

I love sweet smiles.
I love stories.
Please make me feel.

I drove to his house, driving the very awesome Porsche. It's a date, I told him. Nobody rings the door bell these days. I called him. "Hey, get down now."

"Nice car", he said. Yes. Of course I have a nice car. This is the one and only car I would have for the lifetime. Red. Flame. Burn. This is why I should be grateful. Talent. I gave up on academics and went for music. Such a beautiful choice. Being the elegant girl on the stage. Stages, suppose. I do not need applause, I do not need attention, I just need to feel. With fingers tingling on the black and white keys. With the white, long gown I wear. Glancing at the love birds. How sweet. Maybe this is what music is meant for -- to feel.

I put my glasses on. Be sassy, I whispered.

"To where?" "I would like to change your outfit.", I said. He gave me that smile. Again. The warm smile that triggers every single beat of my heart. Please stay, please last forever. I switched the playlist on. Moonlight Sonata. Leopard Mozart. He had a pathetic life. His pieces are the best. Adore. That was the song that made my fingers move. The song that made me feel. And now I'm glad to bring the beauty to everyone around. The very one dream I fulfilled. Being the girl. The one and only girl.

The lingering conversation starts."How is your upcoming event? The violin solo in Tchaikovsky's concerto. Don't think you will be nervous. You're used to it, right?" Yes, of course. This is my profession. How can I not be familiar with what I earn for a living? The start was tough. I began with teaching. And then, master classes, and finally concerts. Glad I always have the chance to cooperate with musicians all around the world. Thank God for the great talent, that earn me a whole-sum of income.

Music is passion. "You can't survive like that" dad said. I proved him wrong. Where on earth can you find a girl with a happy, wealthy life at this age, except me, dad? The talent is from my dad. I have his blood flowing inside me. Deep inside, I actually feel something. Something that makes my dreams at night sweet, something that makes me smile, something that explains myself.

I smiled, "you don't say."