As my fingers glide along the keys I remember stories from the past, they flood back to me with a simple touch of the piano. Every key unique like every story of my life. As I slide across the keyboard every note means a different thing. Quickly I slide across the keys in till I hit the last note the last word that carries on in your head repeating like a curse that cannot be lifted. It always stuns you, making you think of the meaning of life, what we are really hear for. Nothing.
There is one thing that every human being has in common death! Everyone has to die no matter what no one wants to and that is the sad part.