"I remembered a dream, where I woke up to him playing his guitar and I didn't say anything. I just sat and watched him play. The more he moved his fingers, the more I wanted to play with him. But my fingers didn't move as fast as his. They were slow and bulky, grazing two strings instead of one. So Instead, I listened. I listened to the music of a memory I never witnessed and one I never would, sing me to sleep.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 11:30 PM UTC
"I remembered a dream, where I woke up to him playing his guitar and I didn't say anything. I just sat and watched him play. The more he moved his fingers, the more I wanted to play with him. But my fingers didn't move as fast as his. They were slow and bulky, grazing two strings instead of one. So Instead, I listened. I listened to the music of a memory I never witnessed and one I never would, sing me to sleep.
I used the tag Isis R.G for this as I post some things on tumblr and i really don't want people knowing I'm writing any of this. (No theft here, I can give you the link to the tumblr if you'd like. ****