Part I
-- I couldn’t go through with it.
After what seemed like eons of endless work and little to no time to play… I couldn’t go through with it. A work drenched in what seemed to be my magnum opus turned to waste by meaningless tunes which continuously paint a hollow hue. I…am not worth my words which preach a soothing and swaying tune which resembles that of a noble sage or that of a gallant knight.
Each night my mind grows tiresome, with an impending ode of doom wailing a dainty call through what I can only see as my only source of light. It is a looming darkness which engulfs the bits of light I get each day. Such a darkness only looms when the uncertainty of life’s perils groan at me. Perhaps it was the jitters… but… does it ever last an eternity?
After what seemed like formal apologies and even to some degree – words of encouragement – I left my work to be consumed by a flame of mass proportions, along with most of my other ‘achievements’. It didn’t bother me once, no one cared anyways… not then… not now….
I returned to my decaying tomb many consider home. Returned to a somber bliss one can’t quench through in a night. Some call it the blood of Dionysus, others call it alcohol. I should feel something…. Seeing piles of bottles grow in mass numbers each night…but I can’t…. I try, but it all washes it away and a new day begins – forever to suppress the inevitable.
