lost [muke af]

3.1 - luke

3.1 - luke

He sat on the black bench, strumming the intro to his set list. There was lots of music playing all around him, it was a cheerful occasion in the state of New York. 

People were walking by Luke, giving him a smile at the small boy who’s feet barely touched the ground. His black Vans were extremely beat up and his mother begged him to wear a different pair, but he refused. 

Luke always felt the best about himself when he had a guitar in his hands. He felt like there was no harm in the world, his guitar was his security blanket. 

He knew he wasn’t very good (even though his mother thought he was the best), but Luke knew he was good enough, and had lots of time to get better. 

Luke is happy, even with his knees wobbling and an awkward persona, he was happy. 

(a/n) double update