It's about 1000 degrees inside my chest right now. I'm afraid if it doesn't go away, I'm going to catch on fire.
When alone, on a casual drive, I whisper to myself words of meaning. Words that softly form together to create a steady flow of emotion. I then sing them aloud, adding a melody that was once absent. To this melody I add a steady beat against the steering wheel... and on and on it goes.
I'm afraid to say, every time I drive alone, this happens. Yet, this song is forgotten almost as quickly as it came to be. It's just not the same. No matter how hard I try to create and remember something meaningful, it passes by without giving me a chance to fully collect each word that was said.
I guess the point I'm trying to get at is.. I miss the piano. When I have a piano, I can sit down for hours and carefully contemplate each word that appears in my mind. I can then turn to those beautiful white keys and create something even more powerful than those words can express. Who knew a single instrument could mean so much.