pouring out your emotions like the rain in the sky.
Reading my mails again and stopped at the one about the orchestra. I can’t help but feel sad. I really miss rehearsals. The good ones I mean. It feels pathetic, no, I feel pathetic. Why can’t things go back to the past. I miss music, I miss my bass, I miss my friends, I miss the jokes, the laughter, the anxiety of auditions, the perspiring fingers, the stumbling, the screw ups. I miss that all. I miss my memories. Sighs.
