I understand my frustration now,
that I am living in the mind of a 30-40-year old but in the body of a 60-70-year old. Then, what kind am I?
The Thought
When I was a kid,
my dad told me who are good people and who are bad people in the movies. When I am an adult, I can't tell who are good or bad, neither in the movies nor in reality.
What do you
see when you look at me? What do I see when I look into my own truth?
The truth,
the real truth, is my own truth, because everyone has their own truth which is different from the other's.
I've always wanted
to just play the piano for me, because the music I play on the piano will do me good.
I can't play
other's songs on the piano to impress, I just want to play my own feelings.
I can't play
other's songs on the piano, but I can play my own identity.
I don't play
the piano to make me known, I play to make an expression.
I still have
chances, I still have time, to do the right, to do the desired, to do my heart tells me what to do.
I am an artist,
but I am not a professional artist not a performing artist, I am an original artist.