Watching the tiny sunlit particles of dust dance in suspension while reflecting, pondering, should I? should I not?The signs, maybe fate, maybe coincidence.
I just want to make sure you've read what I wrote.
"Get well soon."
The piano and the sad electric guitar; the background sound, the sun reflects on my guitar strings just like my thoughts rule my tensed features.
I wish I could feel victorious in all of my thoughts and actions.
Turning my major uncertainty into minor chords, my guitar is mourning.
Sometimes I feel I can do anything with these small white hands of mine. I'll hold tightly to my ideals and we'll walk hand in hand.
One of these days, you're gonna hear ...
Someone, somehow, Entry Number One.
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