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Friday, April 2, 2010 | 2:26 AM
this should follow up with a change in this guy's life... and etc. just a start.
and.. uh and i updated yesterday too.
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“Let my song, sing on forever...”
He continuously belted out the tune while strumming his guitar. People came, and people went; few threw out spare change for the hope of good karma. A thin piece of fabric and a pair of cheap khaki shorts was his look- his appearance was a reflection of his life.
*zingzing, zhing.*
Strumming the guitar, the strings vibrated to form the exact chord desired.
What was once a guitar with its strings tight was now an old, tired instrument with its loose strings hanging.
He didn’t have the money to buy a new one anyway; it stuck on him as his only companion.
“I’ll still love you when you’re gone;”
He had a perfect pitch, and his note was right in tune; yet..
What was once a heartfelt, soulful voice was now merely a hollow vocal performance. Repetitive singing was his only way to survival anyway.
*clink, clink*
A weary smile came across his dry lips and he didn’t stop singing.
What was once a genuine and sincere depiction of happiness was now merely a forced pull of his facial muscles.
After all, he was supposed to be a poor old man; grateful for any little money he was given.
“live the life as you like it, and chase that running goat!”
Just another day of my life, he thought forlornly. His music, the only thing that was pulling his lifeless skeleton along, was slowly going out of power. What had he left to chase?
To be continued.
