Masked in the Dark
I left for school because I felt like my home had somehow betrayed me. They were hypocrites and could not love like I could; so I left them.
“You think you are special, but you are nothing other than selfish.”
After a lonely year of school I had to turn my back on music. Music is so personal and fragile; I felt that at any moment I could break just like a reed that has been played on for too long. You are never good enough in the world of music and there is always someone listening and checking that you are always in tune. I was out of tune and my fingers began to hurt and I could not catch my breath. So I left.
“If you don’t have the passion then you should just leave.”
I had no direction for some time. I talked to friends and teachers and mentors and acquaintances and everyone and anyone that would listen and have an opinion. But they were no help. Someone was always better and was going down a path that I couldn’t see myself on so I had to leave them. I could not commit to anyone or anything for the fear of losing the little I had left.
“I will never let anyone ever break my heart the way you did again.”
So I turned to what I had left. I turned inside out and started writing. The worn leather bound pages my mother had given me for Christmas filled quickly. I must have appreciated the anonymity and the characterization of it all. The mask I wore in writing was quick witted and interesting and while I could not write my name down on the byline, the thought of me became famous. The chief would call for more and more, but suddenly the ink flow slowed until it completely became dry.
“I don’t care about anything else you write, I need more Pioneer Man.”
There was nothing left to say, nothing to talk about. The music had stop being played, the people’s opinions were long gone down their respected paths, and home was still to raw a memory to think of. I sat down at my computer, alone, and began to write alone in the dark.
The tip-tap and click-clack of the keyboard is the only music I hear now and the only love I get is from the characters that I bring to life.
“He never moves…he just sits and listens.”