Thou Hast But Left Me Here To Be
Ah, this glorious city. Tinged a bit red or gray, but otherwise very pleasant. The Colosseum look is a nice touch, keeps everyone segregated accordingly. Definitely a place where keeping crowds from mingling is a good idea. I forget how I got here, one minute I was on the road and the next I woke up bound in my nice little corner. It's so different in here, everything is kind of pale, really. It's supposed to be peaceful, but we don't all agree.
This was but a forgone conclusion for me, really, but they're nice enough. As long as I'm cooperative they let me keep writing, they say the writing's good for me. Of course it is, that's why I've been doing it for so long. But it couldn't hold me together forever, nope. Even what little I could do with my guitar hadn't been enough.
No, but at least it wasn't forceful, they say I went along quietly. That's good; I think it was because I was tired. I'd been fighting for so long that I gave out, I couldn't hold them off anymore. But I'm glad they weren't mean about it, they understood, of course, and they only want to help.
The view I have is nice, two windows that seem to be cut a bit small, really, and the glare from the sun sometimes is pretty harsh, but I still get to see the world, so that's a good thing. I get to hear what's going on, too, so I'm not really deprived that much.
J said this was coming, kept trying to warn me, but I think it's because he wouldn't be quiet that I'm here in the first place. I'd been talking to B and L, but they both said the same kind of thing. That new guy, A, he just came around and turned everything upside down. I lost all sense of things, it seemed, and he was kinda the last straw, I think. He's running the ship now, and I guess he's doing okay. He's on the same course I was but he's got a different glint in his eyes. Maybe he'll do things right, maybe he could fix the mistakes I'd made.
At lest I still have a nice view and a pretty comfy room. I was glad they didn't keep the jacket on for very long once they saw I had no intention of going anywhere. This may be the best thing for me, a nice long, quiet rest while a new captain gives orders. I guess we'll have to see.
"...and the crystal shattered, a radiant shape, once encased, slowly dimming before emerging with a spread of magnificent silver wings..."
This was but a forgone conclusion for me, really, but they're nice enough. As long as I'm cooperative they let me keep writing, they say the writing's good for me. Of course it is, that's why I've been doing it for so long. But it couldn't hold me together forever, nope. Even what little I could do with my guitar hadn't been enough.
No, but at least it wasn't forceful, they say I went along quietly. That's good; I think it was because I was tired. I'd been fighting for so long that I gave out, I couldn't hold them off anymore. But I'm glad they weren't mean about it, they understood, of course, and they only want to help.
The view I have is nice, two windows that seem to be cut a bit small, really, and the glare from the sun sometimes is pretty harsh, but I still get to see the world, so that's a good thing. I get to hear what's going on, too, so I'm not really deprived that much.
J said this was coming, kept trying to warn me, but I think it's because he wouldn't be quiet that I'm here in the first place. I'd been talking to B and L, but they both said the same kind of thing. That new guy, A, he just came around and turned everything upside down. I lost all sense of things, it seemed, and he was kinda the last straw, I think. He's running the ship now, and I guess he's doing okay. He's on the same course I was but he's got a different glint in his eyes. Maybe he'll do things right, maybe he could fix the mistakes I'd made.
At lest I still have a nice view and a pretty comfy room. I was glad they didn't keep the jacket on for very long once they saw I had no intention of going anywhere. This may be the best thing for me, a nice long, quiet rest while a new captain gives orders. I guess we'll have to see.
"...and the crystal shattered, a radiant shape, once encased, slowly dimming before emerging with a spread of magnificent silver wings..."