Well hello, old friend.
I’m sorry I’ve let so much time go by. It’s my fault, really. Hectic schedules and utter exhaustion have gotten the better of me. It’s no excuse, but it’s all I’ve got.
I forgot how nice it is to spend time with you. Even the bitter stinging on my fingertips fades away as I let my mind focus on your sweet chords. Your music brings peace to my soul. And as I play songs that I wrote with you, strumming and picking notes until the right ones fell into place, my heart smiles.
I’m sorry I’ve run away from you, shying away from the time that I know makes me happier. I don’t know why I do it. Maybe it’s because sometimes the music I try to write feels like it tears out a piece of me. Some days I don’t have it in me. It’s easier to lose myself in mindless TV.
Maybe it’s from comparing myself to others who are more diligent, more dedicated than I. I grow frustrated and hopeless, telling myself I’ll do better tomorrow.
Maybe it’s the fact that my ear continues to plague me, making music difficult. I hate to be reminded of that, so I let it beat me. And then I feel worse.
Whatever the reason, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I’ve let you sit collecting dust and slowly drifting out of tune. And I will try harder. I know it won’t be everyday, but I promise to pick you up more.
Because music runs too deep in my soul not to.