when i was a child

[notme_anymore]

It's very cold these days. Rose doesn't mind. The pine forest where she and Pearl used to live was often colder. Snow that was a foot deep in the dead of winter and burning humidity in high July. It was just how things were.

Rose misses her music--misses it dearly like an aching hole punched through her chest, but she's got no place she thinks she can practice and sing on her own. Always she's paranoid someone will hear. Not like she'll be singing anything, like, questionable, but Rose likes her privacy.

And yet the Solstice has passed and the year will inevitably begin anew. She doesn't need a calendar to know that. She feels it in her bones. The light of new days is coming and she wants to sing so badly that the notes are practically slipping through her teeth. She hums unconsciously too much these days. Well, it's a good time to do something about it.

A

( i used to play )

B

( i was blessed by a stranger )