Nocturnal Confessions..

As all of them shut their doors at me, and as all the lights went off, I was left with nothing but my scary thoughts.. 

I sat alone in the darkness, feeling the emptiness as it eats me alive.. I just left my thoughts wander, and get lost in infinity. 

I stayed like that until I saw a shimmering light: something was drawing me in, saving me from drowning. 

As I got close to it, I felt something familiar. There was a friendly, warm feeling about it. 

I kept walking towards it, wondering what my savior was. I finally got there and looked at it..

It was my guitar. The only thing that loved me enough to save me from my sadness, the only friend that cared, the only refuge that I have.. 

And I can proudly say, that my guitar HAS A SOUL, my guitar CARES!

 I'm really thankful for having that sweet child of mine. 

Drawing by me, using oil pastels.