Barely a starter

Recently, I have developed the passion for writing. I never really got the habit as a child to write whatever I’m thinking or feeling. If I probably did, I’d be a songwriter by now, because I love how music is created from human emotion. How each chord is attached to a lyrical sentence. How each harmony and utterance from the human vocal cords can be connected to a single, yet held particular pitch of instrument note. Unfortunately for myself, I’ve developed to play a mediocre yet modest guitar style. I have created riffs. I can make power chords. Not too shabby, right?

Anyways, throughout this year, I’ll force myself to write about anything and everything I feel and think about (hence my short bio). Since I always have the inclination of not being consistent. However, it’s never too late to start forming the acquisition of anything, in this case, writing.

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