Cold

A ripple for every moment

Frigid sky scattered here and there. Shadows watch mountains who are not easily scared. Snowflakes fall as time stands still, while sun's warmth trembles under the treacherous chill. Depths run thin as the ice grows, and blue meets white in the blue shallow. Everything covered perfectly in a blanket, one that is cold and doesn't need to fake it.

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I want an acoustic guitar. Now that I'm rich I want one. I grew quite attached to Steve's guitar when he was home for the summer. Banging out some chords, playing some songs. I want to get better, I want to take lessons. I think I'm going to buy one. I think I'm going to take lessons from my uncle if he is willing to teach me.

God gave me a gift. He gave me a talent to play the clarinet. And I put it down. No one wants to hear the clarinet (w/ the exception of my mom and justin's mom). As good as I may be at it, there are just some things that people appreciate more. Even though there can be so much feeling in my clarinet playing, I can't express what I feel now, because that would just lead to some high-pitch squeak. Guitars are good because no matter what your face is doing, your hands can always be strong. Whether you are crying, whether you are laughing, the music is determined by the feeling in your fingers. I just can't do that with the clarinet. I just can't. And I. I like the guitar. Because I could play my christian songs, I could play my favorite music, I could play the songs that run my heart.

So if you ask me why. Why I need a guitar. I would say because it is something I've come to love. When you find something you love you gotta grab a hold of it and not let go. And no matter how happy or how sad it can make you, you will never forget it.

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