chest pains aren’t fun at all. I mustn’t dive backwards
If there’s a hole in your heart, go to the one who opened it. Meet them.
To fathom what cannot be undone is to learn from one’s shortcomings.
If I could do anything for the rest of my life, it would be to play the guitar for the moon, down to my very last strum.
I’m hoping the innate-artist appreciates their craft without worry. Hopefully, in essence will the result flow out into the world, creating a beautiful landscape that reaches far into the distance. Farther than any eye can see!
It’s crazy how listening to a song from a beloved time could pull on so many heartstrings. It’s as if you’re reliving the moment once more.
Bliss with a little bit of chaos amidst love. Caressed with sunburnt ignorance under the guise of romance. Left with wounds that fail to close.
Your song, which I can only imagine would sound like an open flowerbed in the dusk of summer. The kind you’d often find yourself frolicking in where the air is clean and the petals stretch multiple miles, far outside the reach of vision.
Your song sounds what a tropical forest smells and some odd way taste like, with all its fruit and rainwater bliss. The kind that is rich and flavorful. Wildlife and all.
Your song, to me, is what I’d often catch myself playing on repeat to the end of all my days; a wonderful tune.
I’m a strong believer that we, as people, won’t really get it. From the time we can conceive our own thoughts to the last puffs of the air we breathe. No matter how established we consider ourselves, there’s always hints of ignorances within us. Life is given to us without much of a blueprint to see what works and doesn’t. We can try, but for only so long. Ya know?
The best part about playing guitar is there’s a song waiting to break out of it. What a delightful instrument.
What a song to listen to while the days go by. Nostalgia fastened on your psyche to remind you of the good times. You’ll come to know today will be a moment in which you’ll return to.