Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter 31 – Lance

I wouldn’t say my passion had died out but I have to admit the fact that it had retrograded to nothing but a dying ember. Through the years, I gradually lost the urge and the impulse to write and actually finish a song. I forgot the reason why am I writing a song in the first place and I have no one else to blame but myself. Most of the time, I feel like an old and dilapidated guitar with some really old crusty strings that creates noise instead of melody. Perhaps that’s the whole reason as to why I have only started to write a few songs here and there but I’ve never really reached the point of completing any of them. I just write one song and then I will find myself losing grip of the inspiration and completely forgetting the reason why I’m writing it in the first place. And then I would eventually find myself writing another one subconsciously leaving the last one to rot. The cycle just goes like that and it repeats like a broken record.

Singing my original song