Sober thoughts.

It was just the two of us, walking, wandering.. Rambling.
We walked, and walked, she started singing.. I liked it, my mind was completely focused on her voice, it was mesmerizing, beautiful.
We hopped on a bus, and talked, while I looked outside, everything was just moving so fast, but yet so slow, there was a soft music produced between the weels and the cement.
Hours had passed, I didn't know the way, so I blindly followed when she stood up and we got off the bus into an unkown place... I follwed her, as I had been doing for a while, we talked, and didn' talk, we said nothing at all, but we could understand perfectly what we were saying.. Finally we got there, and as she opened the door I slowly, amazed about everything, saw a guitar in the corner of the room.
She dissapeared, slowly fade into the room, I couldn't hear her anymore, there was just a guitar and I, sharing those, our very own, four walls..

I found myself starring at them, 4 white walls, 4 white senseless walls, as if they were talking to me, I'd listen; as I tried hard and understand what they were saying, my hand reached for something known, that feeling in my fingers was unique, so ancient, so known.

As if I had conected to my source of power, my hand slowly opening to reach for the guitar I had finally gotten to.

I sat down, looked at it, felt it and even smelled it, that wooden scent had never been so clear to me..
As I passed my fingers though the frets, I could hear music, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard, until I heard her singing, to my music, it was perfect, almost surreal.

My thoughts ran suddenly towards another universe, I was alone, there was no guitar, and she was not there all there was left were walls, 4 white walls, four white senseless walls.