Nothing much I could say to describe how I'm feeling. So I thought I would write a short story in here.

Lennon has been a good team player since high school, bagging as many as 20 gold medals for his school's soccer team ever since. He had always been the spotlight among all, but never once was he arrogant or complacent about his undefeated streak. 'It's luck, with a little bit of hardwork', said Lennon to all his friends and soccer fans who were mesmerized by his skills and consistency. It is tough being a center-midfielder, but for Len it was no challenge. He is better known as the invincible dribbler in the team, whose skills have never been dubious in football.

Even though he made it in his dream, Len had always been a quiet boy sitting alone by the seaside. He loves the solitary feel of the peace and silence which he knows that nowhere else could feed him with. With breeze brushing through his face, Lennon thought, "There's peace for my soul, there's serenity for my mind, but something that my heart yearns for is missing". He broke down right after, and wondered why he had a passion when his heart couldn't feel anymore.

"Silently the senses, abandon their defenses. Helpless to resist, the notes I write..." Hums Lennon, he broke down into tears. He knew it all along, he knew something important is missing.