"Not everyone will share your hopes and dreams."
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I am an over-stuffed cherry oak box. Cherry because it's sweet, with the occasional knot in the wood displaying my seasons of stress and grief. The oak is stable, simple and essential. My corners are rounded as I avoid confrontation to soften a blow.
You'll find me discarded in an old abandoned concert hall, where you will take apart piece by piece my box. Each piece represents notes on a page, instruments belonging in a symphony, movement in an orchestral suite, songs in an album and keys of a piano.
Inside, you can read over and over all the timeless books I love. Watch all 13 years worth of piano recitals. Wear the Tu-Tu from the only dance recital I was in, for I was too scared to ever go back. Feel all my happiness, anger and stress as you browse through poetry. Laugh and cry as you read the tail of my past. Mourn for all the people I've loved and lost. You'll hear an old guitar playing rock and roll riffs that shaped a new generation. Carefully take out the concert tickets and movie stubs I've collected over many years. Listen to my albums that supplemented my times of joy, comforted my sorrow, inspired epiphanies, and drowned out bad memories.
As you walk away you'll hear how each sour note gracefully found it's way into a beautiful melody. As you movie along, you'll find the music that compose my life, will be apart of your own composition too.
