Trojan by Casualty Playing Sax

 

Split the focus, the bartender, considering the drunk audience for a man who sees the difference but stays silent, told me back then. A story of two crows. A chess mentality but with less solitude. I was still curiously sober waiting for spring hoping the engagement comes to an end and to the fool listening to jazz under open skies, it was winter and both crows faded to the same fate.

Maybe you lost track. Maybe it was not jazz. Maybe the bartender was drunk too. You can never tell.

Man’s mission is to choose not to obey as even if one did obey, it is mainly part of our own belief that this is what should be done. Troy and they did it to annoy. Helen and she was seeking heaven.

like that star of the waning summer

who beyond all stars rises bathed in the ocean

stream to glitter in brilliance

I remember the last night as I went to that sunflower field. I came into a man playing sax and he looked me in the eyes and as I went closer, he kept whispering. It was a moment I could never forget. He told me that I would meet some inspiration and a friend.