elle jay*

pseudo me. myself, but not the real me. the person i want to be. the person i want people to see. the person i wish i was.wouldnt it be great to be yourself, but not be you at all? pseudo me isnt much different than myself. she can walk, shes outgoing and shes thin. i [...]

let me write you a song.
maybe you can play along,
on that yellow guitar of yours
with its yellow pine,
and its f-hole signs.
its magic i tell you
this kindred, unknowingly perfect
coercion of sound and rhythm.
we arent making music,
but the music of our lives.
a constant swift and changing melody
that loves us until the day we die.