Written by Jacob Ibrag
So pick up your guitar and dust off those
memories. It’s been waiting for you for the longest
time. With one stare, you remember those trophies you’ve
earned and lost. Yea, it’s all about those calluses. You grin and
make a fist, bittersweet. Musical therapy is well worth it. Pick her
up and slowly dive into the chords, still as stubborn as before. Why
so serious Ms. Guitar? ‘Unbelievable,’ you think to yourself, all this
time and you still quote Heath Ledger. That’ll be who we’ll play
for tonight. ‘Here’s to you Heath, and to my unscathed
fingertips.’ Strum along, evict away the silence.
New memories begging to be uncovered.