2008/12/08

atmosphere

I'm playing the guitar again and my fingertips feel smooth and electric.

1 comment:

OsgoodeLift said...

So write the song.. ..the one that makes us ecentric. Use your fingertips, use them so the sadness can not affect us. Think of me, when the times are tough, and the world is eclectic. I wish you were here, cause your words, they give me directive. I believe that souls come back, inside us, stronger and protected. I'm tired of this life, stale and infected. But your words, ur words. They give me directive.