when my guitar is in the living room
it knows it isn't played.
my guitar is in the dining room
it sits there- dusted and frayed.
when my guitar is in the bedroom
being touched by an unfamiliar style
or sits alone in solitude
knowing it won't be played
for a very long while.
Start in November-
A perfectly respectable month,
When the clouds grow dim
And the trees are hardly awake,
Hibernating from the cold.
And when you start in november
Wakening on the first day
Up to sit and make your very first drink of the month
“Tea with lemon”, the poetic way of calling it
To sip it and realize you hate november
As you’re never going to work in such cold conditions.
Start in the evening-
When you just got home from work.
You thought last night: “perhaps I will get it done
When the sky turns gold and blue
And I can relax while doing so.”
But you realize quite soon
That you hate evenings with work
Evenings where one must arrive
Home from even more work
Just to simply start another task.
And you realize, once again
You’re never going to work in such hardworking conditions.
Start inside a cabin-
Arrive, just in time to set the fire
Watching snow outside the window
Falling long, but quietly.
Then relax so deeply into a blanket
(that only feels comfortable because it isn’t your own)
And realize you’re never going to work in such comfortable conditions.
Start upon a hill-
A quite romantic feeling.
Laying upon a hillside
Right next to a picnic basket filled with goods you made the day before.
Mountains reign before you
Of the most exemplary scenery.
For several minutes you watch the sky
The clouds going by uncomfortably fast
And the chilly breeze sweeping upon you.
Bugs start to crawl on the picnic blanket
And soon onto your hand.
In another world they might be ladybugs
But in this one they are simply inconveniences.
And you sit upon the grass
Stink bugs creeping up your legs
You realize you’ll never be able to work in such pest-infested conditions.
Start someday, sometime-
Until you cannot put it off.
it’s not really a kraken game if john and edzo haven’t had at least one ridiculous side conversation in the first 5 minutes lmfao
you want me to tell people i love them? the thing that killed basil hallward??
guys never date a musician she won't stop writing songs about me
Every single person studying a language when they recognize the most basic word of the language in a text or a video
seriously yall if your kids have to share every single opinion that you have society never changes
i didnt know "a christmas carol" was supposed to be so funny?? the entire first conversation just feels like the conversation between gandalf and bilbo in the hobbit its so great
Hi, I'm sorry for reblogging that Octonauts post so much it just hit my autism
u gotta go where the 'tism calls‼️
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