Kahasai

United States of America

I'm 17
I like to dream

Homeschooled
Maybe a fool

Trampolinist
and classical guitarist

Archer
Let us barter

Mountain girl
I like burl

River otter
Viking daughter

Wolfdog owner
Forest roamer

I'm no fighter
But I am a writer

Message to Readers

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Your Musician

February 14, 2019

PROMPT: Love in Words

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    Guitar,
    I'm sorry. You deserve so much more. Your cracked case, covered in a few carefully placed stickers, is covered in dust. You lay beneath the couch, just visible beneath the leather cushions and the metal frame. Your strings are in dire need of replacement but I've never gotten to to it.
    It's been a month since I've flicked open the case with that satisfying sound of a click! The sensible part of me is afraid your wood is warping in all this winter weather and from possibly being too close to the woodstove.
    You deserve so, so much more than this. A musician who doesn't play music.
    You are a beautiful creature of cherry wood. Made in Japan, 1960's, you don't act your age. You are deep and warm. You sing when played right.
    I'm sorry. I don't know what happened--when I became afraid of you. It's been so long since I played that monsters have grown in your absence.
    I don't hear you. I hear them.
    You were my voice; now I'm afraid to sing.
    Maybe we can meet somewhere. A place of loneliness and solitude. A place away from eyes and warmth. A place where you can be I and I can be you.
    I'm sorry for what I've done. You deserve so much more.
    Sincerely,
    Your Musician

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