You know, I like to think that my guitar sings to me, well I'm making it sing to me but that's not the point. My guitar comforts me, my heart rate slows down, I get goose bumps, and above all I love it. It's nice to have something to do that you're absolutely in love with.
When I write my songs, a weight is lifted off my shoulders, and I have my guitar to thank for that. My brain goes into hyper mode. It travels at ludicrous speed! It's nice, I like the speed. I can't put into words how amazing my guitar is to me. The only thing is, it stabbed me today! You know the knobs at the top and how a little bit and very sharp pointy string sticks out? Well one of those very tiny pointy little strings stabbed my little pinky, and now its bruised. And I can't play.
I'm pretty sure that my guitar knows I need to play it everyday, multiple times a day. Maybe it's trying to tell me that I need to let it rest or that I did something wrong. Oh what the heck, I'm gunna play it anyways.
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