Life begins. Spring, the birth of all things. I hear music. An old tattered piano. Off-key. But tunes of old, with added side melodies not typically heard anywhere else in the world. I step across the newly tiled floors in the refurbished kitchen of my old home.
I stand and listen, almost peeping around the corner to the next room, not letting myself be known to the musician.
I tell myself, I’m leaving this life, and walk out. For years, I’ve been trapped. Although, leading a perfectly normal human life. Now; now, it was time to go back. Back to the place where it all began. I had come to the realization that my life, with all it’s perks…