i really miss my cello. playing the first note was always my favorite. deep and crackly. like an aged smoker trying to sing about their lost lover, and weeping. feeling the melancholy seep out of it and into me. but it's all dusty with broken strings and a fallen bridge. a dilapidated sculpture that looks like the inside of me. sometimes i try to unzip the case and hold it.. but all this sad eerie neglected silence cuts into me. i can't take it.