Gemotions

She was walking down a busy street, lost in her thoughts, when she heard the familiar melody. It was being played by a street musician, a scrawny kid with a worn-out guitar case. The kid's version was rough, unpolished, and the music wasn’t quite her song anymore.

She watched for a moment, an odd mix of emotions swirling within her. The singer lacked the skill, but also lacked the heart with which she had written the song.

She continued walking, her steps slower now, the song, and the echoes of her younger self, resonating in her ears. A sense of weary resignation settled over her.