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They walk through life seeking a closeness they can't find in the arms of bars and stages full of mics and guitars. The kaleidoscope lights of distorted realities filters through their drunken lenses dulling their memories and slurring their senses. They stumble through their single life a mixture of honky-tonk and introspection. A mixture of ambition and guilt and self reflection. The single go-getters of New York? No, Knoxville. The smaller cities have their own ambitious dilettantes, in their way. Trying to fill their emotions with the emptiness they have forged to get there. Painting the night black in their desire to stay out later. Pushing back the stars and even life's schedule. Finding their late twenties in a hidden half decade later, The casualty of sacrifices made for their career. In their nocturnal blues they find a calm lulled by the melody and the bass guitar. But when all is said and done they go home empty, petered out whether their tank started at a gallon or at twenty. After a day in the moissanite sparkle of the downtown bar scene; with the sand in their stomachs to fill their starving. After finding togetherness with their comrades: their barstool peers, their conversation-"lovers", and compatriots of career. They must go back to their apartments. Each with a story of a town, a lover, or a family, that they left behind. |
Copyright ©2018 Ashi Shadow - Started 9/14/18.
Written in Barley's while alone.
The word "in" after twenties was originally on the next line.
The line "They must go back to their apartments." was added later to give clarity.