Guitar...

A guitar is a wonderful machine.

It takes the anger, sadness, bitterness...and clumps it all together in a melody that twists from the strings, evoking whatever reaction the player sees fit.

Over the years, I’ve suffered in relationships (romantically and otherwise) until, finally, I made the only logical conclusion-love is fake. Or, at least, it doesn’t last.

But sometimes the world proves me wrong in the simplest of ways. I see love in a person with their craft. The kindness of strangers. The beauty of nature.

And the charged air between my fingers and the strings of my guitar.