We've made many lists in our life together. We've drawn many pictures. We've cracked too many jokes. We've wasted too much time.
We've let most of it go. We've reduced ourselves to dependence. We've been listening to other people. We've been watching time go by. We've been complaining.
Truth is, it doesn't really matter. You're the one with the pretty words, I'm the one with the pretty memories. It's not so bad. We still have our music.
22/04/2018
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An artist is rarely bridled with practicalities and perhaps it is that
freedom which allows him to construct his dreams, make something out of
nothing. But...
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Let the music play on.
Kisses.
There will come a time when the music will start to hurt....
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