The Misery Behind the Happiness

It has been years since I wrote anything at all, although people do see me
writing odd pieces of music. But this time I am writing about my past, the past
that seems so far away and forgotten. I know that this account is hardly going
to interest anyone, but I do need to share my feelings with someone, or in this
case, with something. People see me as a berserk creature talking garrulously
of her past that probably never existed. And that is the belief of ignorance.
They pity me, speak sympathetically and listen to me the gibbering about my past
and my feelings. But do they really want to k…