its times like these ..

times like these, where i'll stop whatever i'm doing, pick up my guitar & have musical flow. my infamous acoustic, there is no object that i love more than this. It's beat up, pulled out of tune, and is in desperate need of new strings. But its beautiful. And it will remain beautiful because every time i pick it up, i get a sense of relief. especially at times, just like this moment, where i can play it & feel every chord, every verse, pulse through & hit me right at the core. Its the greatest feeling in the world - my favourite high. and it all starts with my acoustic guitar.