acousticandie is learning to play guitar again after a long time...
my nails broke again..teaching myself again on the basics...
I almost forgot all the songs i wrote from a long time of not playing it...
but it will always be in my heart to play..
music is my life..poetry is my language..
though i hid them in the drawer for a very long time..
i am regaining the passion to bring it back again, unlock those boxes, it might surprise me..
i might try to write again and play with simple chords..
but my voice..oh my voice! they're starting to hate me..
the only reason why i throw the towel way back ages is because music is in my heart but not in my voice...
it is a gift i receive but my body rejects..
hmm.. i might as well learn to count..
maybe another passion will wake up in my senses..
the passion to move gracefully...
the passion to DANCE..
my nails broke again..teaching myself again on the basics...
I almost forgot all the songs i wrote from a long time of not playing it...
but it will always be in my heart to play..
music is my life..poetry is my language..
though i hid them in the drawer for a very long time..
i am regaining the passion to bring it back again, unlock those boxes, it might surprise me..
i might try to write again and play with simple chords..
but my voice..oh my voice! they're starting to hate me..
the only reason why i throw the towel way back ages is because music is in my heart but not in my voice...
it is a gift i receive but my body rejects..
hmm.. i might as well learn to count..
maybe another passion will wake up in my senses..
the passion to move gracefully...
the passion to DANCE..
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