Look, guitars are nice to look at. It is like observing the physical form of what could have been or can be. I wish I could play even halfway decent. Sometimes I wake up from a dream and have a unique song stuck in my head. Yet, I have no way to express it and let it out. Instead, I am stuck strumming the same two chords on my guitar. The guitar then sits for another year untouched. Then I say to myself, "maybe later…maybe."
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