Craze

Graze of the sheep to her grasses. Grace of the owner to his pet. When homonyms become a new meaning of certain words, where implications are applied to arguments. I just heard a song but then tried to write my thoughts down here again.

What if we move to a place no one knows about us?

That would have been a new paradise.

That would have been a musical movie.

Paintbrush would've been a sort of inspiration we can't ignore. If only I listened to my dad when he bought me a Ukelele. If only I appreciate my godparents' gift of a guitar.

That would've been a new reminiscence, a moonlight legacy.

If only.