i don't do much, and i'm really not very busy at most times, but i can play music and i love music.
my ukulele is small but words are powerful.
see what i did there?
of course i only sing by myself (i'm working on it, ok?)
strum, strum.
hours of creating and exploring any song i want, and making songs too.
i can feel my stress fall back, falling away.
strum.
all the chords, sounds, tunes. it's beautiful, really. i love it. i know that i'm smiling.
so, stop.
don't underestimate yourself. and find your passion. m u s i c is mine.
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poetic rants.
Poetrylowercase intended. slow updates, sorry. also is this even poetry? probably not, but is anything really as it seems?