It's been a long time since I haven't played the guitar. I paced back and forth thinking. And I looked at my guitar. Well, technically it's not mine. My sister's boyfriend let me borrow it. I am still waiting for the time I could own my dream guitar. It has to be perfect. And by the time I hold it with my hands, it will be capable of producing mind moving melodies. But heck, it's just a long distant dream.
I picked up the guitar. Held it delicately with my fragile hands. I familiarized myself with the standard tunes of each string. I let the sounds consume me. I closed my eyes and began to play. The music went through my ears, my mind, my veins, my heart. I played an unfamiliar tune I've never heard before. But it sounds so nostalgic. So homey. Like I've played this a couple of times. Though I can't seem to remember where. And when.
I continued to play. Can't seem to hear the noises outside. Can't seem to imagine the place I am right now. It's as if I'm transported to another place devoid of reality. But that didn't stop me from playing. I just strummed and plucked and strummed like there's no beginning and no end.
Then I stopped with one single out-of-tune strum. Then everything stopped. The noise outside was gone. There was only stillness. I could only hear my breath. I didn't realize I was panting. And my heart was beating so fast. Then I opened my eyes.
I could only stare in disbelief and shock at what I saw afterwards. My jaw dropped.
I picked up the guitar. Held it delicately with my fragile hands. I familiarized myself with the standard tunes of each string. I let the sounds consume me. I closed my eyes and began to play. The music went through my ears, my mind, my veins, my heart. I played an unfamiliar tune I've never heard before. But it sounds so nostalgic. So homey. Like I've played this a couple of times. Though I can't seem to remember where. And when.
I continued to play. Can't seem to hear the noises outside. Can't seem to imagine the place I am right now. It's as if I'm transported to another place devoid of reality. But that didn't stop me from playing. I just strummed and plucked and strummed like there's no beginning and no end.
Then I stopped with one single out-of-tune strum. Then everything stopped. The noise outside was gone. There was only stillness. I could only hear my breath. I didn't realize I was panting. And my heart was beating so fast. Then I opened my eyes.
I could only stare in disbelief and shock at what I saw afterwards. My jaw dropped.
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