Black beauty

I own a Fender Telecaster Custom. She is the most beautiful instrument ever. Wonderful pitch dark black. . . . The black when you catch closing eyes in darkness of the night. The sound the emptiness. The sound leads me to heaven.

I needed to leave her home because I must fly over to England for completing my study. Shame. You can't imagine how much I miss her. I love her so much. . .

Because I didn't become a lifeless block, I bought another guitar. Very cheap one. This guitar is shorter than my Tele. And the sounds. . . just like drunk bitch screaming in a pit. I feel like I got a whore in my room.

I miss my Black beauty. She makes me feel completed. I need her to satisfy my life.