The Pyle Inside

Strumming on that guitar, gives me hope. It relaxes me. It makes my life complete. Seemingly strumming away the stress. My left hand blisters, while the right hands fingers start to bleed. Yet playing comforts me. Weather the weather, you can still play. The open strings can be changed to anything, from a plucked country song, to a slow song, to a pop anthem, strumming away the stress, escaping from all the troubles around me.