Soulful Strings

Soulful Strings As I plop down on the over-stuffed rose-tinted antique love seat, childhood memories dance through my imagination, creating a comforting yet unbreakable bubble, until reality’s sharpness stabs the unfamiliar world into several suds of disillusion. Intensely fixated on a pleasantly plump picture of an eight-year old girl, with stringy hair the color of frozen lemonade, and big cow-brown eyes, I twist my questioning face into a wrinkled raisin trying to recall child-like …

…my feet represent friends in life that seem to make everything less intense when I feel the despondent depths of darkening depression, and the fantastic moments even richer than I ever thought possible. Lastly, the little but sturdy wooden bench, my family, is the very foundation I rest upon- cushioning my falls and supporting me in all the curve balls life seems to through. In my recital of life, the piano is my main player.