Cold places

As you reach for the black keys one last time, you feel the energy still seeping through the tips of your fingers. You can now crawl back inside your cocoon. Your heart feels how cold your citadel really was; it starts shining its sweet emotions. They vanquish the majestic wall; behind it lies your spirit, glowing, softly. You were close to burning out. The tasks ahead disappear into the cozy white padding of your heart.  You’ve missed yourself so much…

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