Newfound Interest.

My Yahama F-310

So after about 7 months of learning how to play an acoustic guitar I am finally upgrading to an electric. I am pretty ecstatic about it. This is an Epiphone LP 100, which is nothing fancy but everybody has got to start simple somewhere. There is a hiatus in my poetry writing as I feel I am a bad poet. The ideas are there but my execution is too crude and unrefined. My inner self is in a state of limbo. Living one day at a time. Learning how to play the guitar grabs me out of my numb state and into a world of melody and feel; a blessing.

GrymmRipper :]

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