about a dream

every time i heard my brother play guitar in his room; we shared the same wall; i would think to myself i wish i could play like him.

one school brother of mine used to come to my place to teach me but it did not last very long. after two or three days, he realized i just did not have any dedication to learn it. i just wanted to magically be able to play one. and i still do.

i love listening to people play guitar because i just see all the dedication and magic that i could not give or create myself. i always envy guys who walk the streets with their guitar hanging on their back. sometimes when i see girls with guitar hanging on their back, that is when i realize how green i can turn into.

i think if anyone were to ask me what would make my knees go week, it would be the strumming of a guitar, playing Beatles or Joplin or just anyone!

well, just about a dream.