somewhere, let us say, there is a boy. not a little prince, not a prodigy, perhaps not even someone you would look at twice if you passed him on the street. just a boy a little out of step, moving in a world that doesn't quite fit. just a boy with a song in his head and a wish in his heart.

let us say, perhaps, that he has a guitar, acoustic; somewhat shitty but very well loved. he has never had a lesson, never been trained, doesn't really read music and cannot really write it down. and yet. that song of his, it's perfect, and beautiful.

now let's say he's real.

this sort of thing never happens to me. except that it sort of, maybe, is.