VIRB

Fully aware that his audience consists of only people he wishes were in attendance,
He takes a seat.

He ran his slim fingers through his hair and drew a few shallow breaths as he examined the piano keys for familiarity. It was unfortunate how throughout the years his trust only laid in between ivory, wood, and a mess of steel wire.

He got in a habit of playing with his eyes closed. Maybe the feel was enough. He always shielded his eyes from things that he believed to be false. Behind his damaged eyes he only knew things he wished he could un-see. He came to terms realizing the pattern he fashioned for himself over the course of his life, that very barrier he set up for himself, to save himself, was breaking his heart a thousand times over.

The lights dimmed as the heavy drapes that brushed slightly along the floor seemed to exhale as the walls came to attention. The night continued to grow.

Without noticing a presence he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. His eyes remained closed. He didn't need the reassurance of a quick glance. No.

Instead he uncurled his hands and began to decorate the room with a playful aria. He was forming his own honesty with every fallen note.

A beam of light began to shine between the curtains. He somehow felt as if he ran out of time. He was probably right.

He forced himself to finish. The final few bars holding a promise of a perfect future that he'd remember to forget. Instead He stood up and made his way towards the window.

He tied back the curtains,
only to wipe the acceptance from his face as he cursed at his
very own
dawn of sorrow.