"Oh, those sweet notes"

[ryuserev]

Concerns aside, running away for a few moments seemed selfishly right. Even if it wasn't. The calm atmosphere seemed to turn into an injection of peace, traveling from the veins to the brain, like a pleasant poison. Ah, those sweet piano touches, soothing even the wildest of beasts. Eyes nearly closed, yet open. Loneliness was not necessarily harmful, under such circumstances. The music warmly enveloped everything that needed to be hugged. Even the lack of sleep seemed to vanish, ah, just how much was the magic of that melody, that of that charming instrument. The noxious words that daily floated around oneself, for once were far enough away that you did not feel their pricks in the so exhausted heart. A break, a breath, something that sounded so out of this world. Guided by the melody, continuing to search for reasons to live became a banal mission. Something so trivial, so futile. A passion, something to fall in love with, something that is so strong that it makes your heart beat - Such thoughts as "I have to get that," all came to be worthy of the adjective "superfluous." There, freedom had a captivating flavor. There were no chains with strength to make one sob, no responsibilities hammering at one's will until everyone became “lazy.” It was then that the eyelids surrendered to the melody, losing themselves in that intoxicating and kind music, in the notes of that sweet piano. “I wish all of this never disappeared. I wish this moment was eternal.”