But on our own

I played with guitar strings entire morning today. Not knowing the basics, of course. But they produced sounds, I tended to love.

And the breeze outside, eased the pain, together with the uncanny eerie sounds of the digital guitar..

Somehow its easier to write when you are sad, depressed.. I am stoned..

I keep thinking I will no more peek. I keep deciding,
I will,
No more..
No more phone calls..

Not even hellos..

I will restrict myself..
From thinking you, your scent.

We ought to walk..