He spends the better half of his day sitting on the floor.
With his headphones on, his keyboard plugged in, and his eyebrows inched together.
Thinking, composing and occasionally taking cupcake breaks
he sits by his keyboard and guitars keying and strumming the day away.
Often singing silly words to his chords he always stops to say, "Hey listen to this!"
Taking my headphones off and muting whatever song I'm playing, I sit and listen.
Always pleased with what I hear, he often pouts and claims, "You're not paying attention!"
But I am. And I always will.
Sometimes I sit with my headphones on, sounded muted, and listen to what he's playing.
Whether he's serious or not, I like what he creates.
He cares about his music, and his creativity is beyond belief.
With every song he creats his self-confidence rises and I can see passion flaring up inside.
While he says he misses Elementary School and the little joys it brought and hates sitting at home with nothing to do,
I know if he were doing anything else, he'd want to be by his keyboard with his headphones on and garage band up.
Watching him sit there, diligently composing music and sending out heys on Youtube
I feel wasteful.
Wasteful of what? I'm not sure. Maybe time.
But he makes me want to get up and do something.
Something creative, something I love doing.
But what that is, I don't know.
I spend my half (not so much better) of the day, shaking my fist at the lame articles AOL passes as news.
And complaining about whether it be the government, swine flu or idiot remarks people say.
Whatever it is, he makes me want to get up and do something worth doing.
Its moments like this that I realize even though I miss my turtles and lizard miserably and even though I'm not getting the whole dorm life university experience, I did the right thing. And I'm with the right person.
