I Want My Piano

It's another late night. The night is quiet and cool, my mind is at rest. I'm glad I'm busy with the mundane task of packing, I'm relieved at the prospect of having a fairly easy class exam on Monday. It keeps my mind busy, but not hectic. I'm glad.

It's at times like these, my vulnerability scares me. These quiet cool nights. The cool breeze knowingly caresses my hair and puts goosebumps on my skin.

I know in my heart that I'm not as strong as I thought I was, as I seem to be. My independence is dependent on the kindness of others. My stoicism rocks with the smallest movements. I hope when I shouldn't, I trust who I shouldn't, I care for what I shouldn't.

I am susceptible and gullible. My armor of confidence is an illusion. It works during the day, but on nights like these, I am exposed.