I'm in hiding,
Away from everything around me.
Take my music, sit, write, isolate myself.
Theres a guitar beside me, take it
and show me something beautiful.
A noise, a beautiful noise.
Still learning to play
Still learning to breathe.
I sit quietly in a room with nothing.
A guitar is all there is,
Nothing else in sight
but thats all thats needed.
A guitar to make a noise
A voice to make it go together
And someone to play for.
Reminding myself, this is a place of no judgement.
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