"I cried for madder music and
for stronger wine"
— Ernest Dowson
It is that time of the year again. Two weeks into the new year and nothing has changed. How I got myself into this predicament, I'll never know. What has been going over in my mind does not make much sense. I have been thinking. I have been thinking random thoughts. It is that time of the year again. Winter. The tendons frigid around my bones. I have been shivering in pain. Hopeless, restless, stuck in this eternal melancholy disposition, pining for 'madder music' and 'stronger wine'.
Volatile feelings evaporating slowly into thin air.
Volatile feelings evaporating slowly into thin air.
Out of nowhere you show up
with drops of the night in your hair
and slowly speak
We'll do what lovers do
You don't have to say you love me
All the clowns have gone to bed
We are legends
with drops of the night in your hair
and slowly speak
We'll do what lovers do
You don't have to say you love me
All the clowns have gone to bed
We are legends
4 comments:
That last paragraph is excellent. The four last lines burn into my soul.
Ah, thank you. It's an incomplete piece, I think. I like it this way. I like this 'in medias res' style of ending. I just love ambiguous endings. It is interesting to ponder over questions like: "Does the hero of this story oblige?" or "Do they just sit there in silence, staring at each other in the darkness?"
The story never ends...
Ambiguous endings are suitable for stories that are ongoing, and I presume this one hasn't ended, yet. Obviously. It's like life, I think. As long as it's ongoing, it's incomplete.
Indeed, you are right - it's like life.
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