Looking at your fingers touching,running, creating and then resting back...you glow.
There is no other sound but the one of your making, there is noone else, just you me and the guitar.
Has time expanded into a continuous story of never ending nights and days, a floating feeling of wondering and truth.
I wake up and fall asleep again to the same sounds, and mesmerize...for I have lost the sense of being completely.
Growing smoke into the high ceiling, covering the tracks, covering us...silence and touch of silk onto my lusty hands.shivering...craving...insanity declared.
For I don't care if they shut me our of society as long as there is you and me and the guitar!
