Saturday, April 27, 2013

Wild.

I'm back in the past, in the house, in the place where it all began, the troubles, the writing, the guitar, the songs, the everything. And maybe there are ghosts but my mind is strong, and maybe there are dreams but my reality is hard steel, forged from all these years and ready to strike again.

Perhaps though, the words will come back.

I already feel at home.

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