troisnyx*, the drummer

When I came back from college today, I went straight to the common room and did what I yearned to do the whole morning : I played the drums.

Today's just one of those days where Narin could hear me. Whenever she isn't here, I go to that lonely little corner and play the drums alone. But however solitude quips me, however sadness takes over, I do know that someone's listening to me from up there. And I'm yet to know what that someone says about my beats.

True, I may have lacked the emotion I used to have (because the way I look at it, I'm progressing at a snail's pace), I may not have felt it this way before, but come to think of it, every beat is a prayer. At night, I either say my prayers aloud or silently. But when I'm in that room, my emotions, my thoughts, my requests, all these are not said - they are beaten out. Deep inside this heart of mine, I yearn to play the drums well, and I make a solemn promise that if I do, I will drum for His cause.

I beat my drums with hopes that someone will hear me out someday.
I beat my drums knowing that an answer is on the way.