Free Falling Fire Fly

I play my guitar..... and then I sing.....abit.

I express all that's in my head with this piece of wood and some strings. I try not to talk too much and so I hide away in my own world to deal with everything that goes on around me. It's not easy, the world. I don't know if it was meant to be? or if it even matters. People are strange, some people are good and sweet and odd. Some are stupid. I can't put my finger on what I am.