strings. tones. the sweet sounds escaping their cages and turning every uncovered sound in the entire universe. my fingertips tenderly stroking guitar strings leaving them to tell everything. never to anyone, always saying it all to the wall listening in my room. i never let anyone touch one of my strings and play them.
and now? that's what i got for you.
i got my strings just for you.
YOU ARE READING
what i got for you.
Short Storyyou. you make me blindfolded and clear-eyed at the same time.
