Tonight I could use an old piano to tell my stories.
If I can play, I'd hit the chords and notes and allow my fingers to express how I really feel.
The black keys will tell of my low moments and the white will tell of the happy ones (at least the happy ones are greater).
Yet here I am, expressing
Typing myself away with a keyboard not the electronic type of Piano but that of an iPad.
This lil frame that I carried with me became my companion and witness.
If it could talk, it will tell you stories of how I wake up,
how I respond
how I rush
how I procrastinate
How I smile
How I look up
How I pray
How I whisper
How I plead
How I exist
If it will
It can
And maybe if I also will
I can
I'm in a place which name was derived from a sky element and nature
A place where people eat, drink and chat
The atmosphere filled with endless noise from the people and the radio
In front of me is a group of women
celebrating a new addition to their group
and the week that has passed
In my left are men
Their thoughts spoken as if its their sword
and their words uttered like their sparring with one another
From another area comes laughter
Most of them boisterous
while some are slightly reserved
Lingering
I began to see how these chatter connect, convey and celebrate
How in one sound they understand each other
they feel one another
they make sense
they alter
But there's also another noise that I forgot to mention
the one that came from a lil Acer
its keyboard clicking
Clicking and clicking
someone was trying to connect
and talk
not with someone
but with a place where
her thoughts are poured
and shared
from her mind
to yours
REN (08.19.21)
