I HAVE NO STRINGS FROM WHICH TO SPEAK

Standing on a cold soft moss I listened to the sound of my strings for the last time.

I was standing there and waiting for a new wave of energy and inspiration. Alone. Free. I had been waiting for this moment for such a long time. It was more than just a gig of my favourite band. It was my spiritual way how to be more aware of my own dreams. At one moment I closed my eyes and just listened because when you limit your senses, life become more dynamic, powerful, and so it was with this waving ocean around me. Inhale. Exhale.

And then I thought about my guitar. I remembered my very-short-musician-chapter and felt guilty, sorrowful but somehow proud. I remembered I had three guitars at home and would sing aloud when I was alone. I wrote songs which had never been listened.

I loved my electric guitar and so I loved my camera. Two different worlds for me.


Something really strange happened in the morning next day. I found out that my electric guitar had just been sold.

For a while I was staring at the screen and realized that my electric-guitar-chapter just stopped beating for me. No, please, not today, not now while these waves are floating in my head. 

I felt desperate and terribly missed my black guitar. I went home, contacted my friend Iva and took these pictures with her to remember this chapter, and to thank every soul who have ever shared my music, listened to my strings, felt my heart beating.

Finally, I sold my guitar and bought a lens.

That’s why I could love my guitar to the very last moment. Now, the guitar is gone and I am really excited about my new chapter on the horizon. I feel that it will be wonderful.

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