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 [...]