I don’t know what it is,
but lately, all I want to do is play music.

I must be really inspired.
Everything in my head lately is just filled with music.
And I mean sweet, pure music.

It must be my new guitar.
I have been playing her a lot lately
and she seems to understand every note that comes out of me.

All my other guitars are calling me their “Ex” now.
Their “Ex-player.”

I am sure I will be this new guitar’s Ex too.
Her “Future Ex.”

But that’s ok.
At least we have a Future.

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I am sure what I wrote didn’t make much sense.
And I don’t know why you read this stuff.
Are you still reading this?
Why are you still reading this?
Why am I still talking?

Time to play Music!