Tales of a Drunken Cabin Boy 9

3-29-2016

The words you speak that make me feel negative create beautiful guitar chords. When the bottom of the gutter awaits my presence I sit with an acoustic and trade tears with strings. The best part? I enjoy being the only one who hears it for as beautiful as it truly is. 

Sliding my fingers against the rough wires gives my heart more pumps, for it is something I feel that isn't forceful or by substance. All the bad news, all the wrong answers, are given away into my hollow instrument. For I am once more alive. Find what loves your soul, and let it win. 

My guitar, my radio, and my Marlboro Reds are what inspire me to tell you I can do this on my own. 

Goodnight.

Until next time,

                                         your cabin boy.

Author's Note

Read it to many times and the originality is left blank.