I wore a mask and my face grew to fit it

I wore a mask and my face grew to fit it, as did my personality and my mind. After I contorted my mind and soul to the rhythm of the sound I became completely enthralled in complete and unmistakable bliss. When I picked the cold steel string and felt the hum of calm soothing sounds echo in my ears I knew that somewhere along the way of my life long journey I had made a right decision. Somewhere along the way I became what I never thought I could- truly pleased. With this new endowment of pure grace and skill I could take myself to a safe haven one might go when in doubt, disbelief or indecision that could set me free from all that may displease.

As the small circular globe, which all 22 players watch like gold falling from the sky, makes it’s way through the thick foggy atmosphere I sprint in the direction in which it will fall. With the moist green bermuda slipping with every step I make beneath my feet I leave a trail of punctured grass as the man pursuing me lessens the distance between us. With every step I hear his heart beat coming closer, I feel h

As time passed I began to understand that I would simply have to move on, which I definitely did. In the corner of the room where I was laying I saw an old rusty black guitar. It’s appearance was appalling and I couldn’t think how someone would be able to manage to play that heap of archaic wood. Eventually boredom got the best of me and I had asked the nurse to hand me the guitar, I thought I would give it a shot. As she handed me the guitar I noticed the grain perfectly parallel with the strings, the wood gave off an odor of an old red wood tree, which reminded me of California. I reached out and held the guitar in my hands for the first time, the surprisingly smooth soft and subtle wood was very becoming. At first I lacked the skill of a Santana but as the days continued and the hours seemed shorter I looked forward every day to the soothing vibrations of the sound waves echoing in the hollow belly of the mass of wood. My fingers grew callous and contorted to the cylindrical shape of each and every steel string. Soon enough I was released from the hospital and had forgotten about my previous love

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