" I LIKE TO SEE IF I CAN WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANYTHING. "
" you write songs? "   legs curled up beneath you,   sweatpants and sweatshirt are a true sign of comfort:   not physically but personally.   you've made home in @jokethur's house   (   a welcome invitation regardless of the voice that nags in your head telling you that you are unwelcomed,   here or anywhere   ).   " why didn't i know that? "   you knew he played guitar at the very least,   something seen in passing as you've curiously wandered through the building,   but to know that he writes is another level of knowledge,   a family like intimacy,   that you weren't aware of.   " well i can play chords on the piano...   nothing fancy,   that's about it:   one day we'll have to play together. "
