Chapter 1 :The Silent Strings
The guitar had been sitting in the corner of my room. dust rested on the strings like they had finally accepted that no one would ever play them again
I stared at it like I am staring at my past reflection. I tried to reaching out with shaking hands. The moment my fingers touched the strings, my memories returned.
not quitely. not gently.
all at once.
I asked myself..."Can a heart that forgot how to breath still remember how to sing?"
I didn't know it then... but touching those strings meant opening a wound that had never truly healed.
