14.7/17
His soul was replaced with a guitar and his memories reflected as melodies.
He was the kind you'll meet once in your life. The one who listens to you the way you want to be listened to and looks at you every one wants to be looked at.
You would think his heart is so very beautiful and so very clean but than you would live in a lie if I wouldn't tell you about all of those deep scars on that very heart of his that haven't even healed yet.
When you turned his guitar you could see how it survived fire from all the dark lines full of lost hope.
