~Stringed Hearts~ GEORGEBUR

5. Late Night Talks

5. Late Night Talks

*George Davidson*

The thunders continued soaring outside, and it never felt this kind of weather that is so uncanny. You'll start the morning with a sunlight and progress to great amount of rains and storms. It feels very weird for me actually, but sometimes it wonders me how I find them actually relaxing.

Yes, you may think of some person outside would be poor looking drenched under the storm, but that's not what I'm trying to say when I love the rainy weather. You could prefer me as a pluviophile in this story. Somewhat, you can call to a person who finds peace in rain.

After drying my hair with my towel, I closed my cream colored curtains as I can see the lightning outside. It was one stormy day, and a flood morning I assure.

I dressed myself with a simple pajamas and black comfortable shirt. Checking my phone in the table, a notification popped up in my lock screen. It was a nice weather tommorrow.

Seems impossible, but plausible.

I unlocked my phone and scroll to my downloaded music. This Side Of Paradise were one of my favorite with this rainy scene like these... It helps me compel what I truly feels. It makes me think of what my inner me want to show.

What an Inner George wants.

If the sun did say hello tommorrow, I think I will attend my guitar sessions. I don't know if when and how could I gather friends there... It feels frustrating to think that I could only be own and silent, but for real, I only have no idea what to say... Or what topic to talk about... Or things to speak...

I only wanted to be like this: Rain, Coffee, Alone, Free.

But like what they say, a man can't stand alone in an island. So I guess I should do it...

I better be close with Clay too... He seem look like a good person.

I walked to my bed tiredly for the half day lessons. I don't know how I felt struggle with just chords and plucks, but I felt my hands and fingers being sore. But what Mr. Schlatt just said, it's just some begginer's training.

A little more practice would make a deal.

Are you lonely?
Our fingers dancing when they meet
You seem so lonely?
I'll be the only dream you'll seek

I played some of the notes as I carelessly dragged my guitar...

So if you're lonely,
Darling, your glowing
If your lonely, come be lonely with me

George doesn't know what to feel... I just closed my eyes while playing, feeling all the words and tones as I sing them..

Cause I'm lonely,
I'm so lonely,
If you hold me, I'll be your only
Are you lonely?

Am I lonely?

I am.

But I won't.

Would I?

I don't know what to do...

If ever life would give me a curse then that is decreasing the chance of me enjoying the things I hope I could enjoy. I want to enjoy things that never happened in my life.