Gustav

Mahler plays.

Well, not Mahler, but his symphony.

Birds fly by my window and the sky is so beautifully blue.

I sit on the floor. 

This is just too much to be felt on a soft surface. The piano plays harder. I get softer. Within myself lie all of the unanswered questions the world has ever asked. 

Hey, how are you managing so much pain?

The music. The music makes my heart smile through it. It's hurting, yes.. Every step of the way. Not gonna lie. But it's a pain that I have to feel. I need to feel all of this. So I can eventually walk away from it.

No, walking away is not possible. You know too much, baby. And you just love to feel everything so deeply. You need it. You crave it. You're not yourself without it. 

Oh, how I wish I could help you get through it. Clear up all of your thoughts. Scrub away all of the pain they caused. Put a bit of make-up over all of the scars. 

Go. Pour yourself another glass of wine. It's fine. Eitherway, you're a great kisser. 

The symphony keeps playing. You keep on feeling every stroke of the piano deep inside of your skin. You're happy.

It hurts.

After all of this... You will have grown a bit more, get to know yourself a little bit better and maybe, just maybe, it won't hurt as much as before.