6 February 2013
I met a man at the bar, who stank of wine and played guitar. Under blue light of moldy stage he weaved incantations like a mystic sage, casting a spells through smoky air upon bloodshot gaze. The man had many a tale to tell within the songs that he brought to sell, those melodies of life's heaven and hell, of lovers lost and lessons learned well. Time stood still as my day’s misery was borrowed, just me and the man with drink to salute the solitude of intoxicated sorrow. I become consumed with his muse and this darkened place, until dawn gave night a playful chase, and sleep fell upon many a face. As the dawn kissed the sky the man rode away like a dream on a moonbeam, leaving me alone with drunken thoughts, the murky stream of fading memory. I make my way back to reality to find that my feeble attempt at escape has eluded me as it has a million times before, but the man will continue to play into the shadows of night, until my reality is no more.
Player • Opuss № I