/lit/ - Literature

Gmajor. Hold that for a little bit, near full measure, end it with an A major added 9th, back to G. The cool wind nearly carried that tree didn’t it. Such beautiful sounds. I really ought to remember this one. But similar to another I wrote, I’ll figure something out. Maybe it was meant to transform. You thought it was one way. Now it’s another, Michael. Captain of the ship up there at the top of the stairs. Looks like one anyway. Bald as hell though. Why’s he outside. I approach the steps in gray light. Who’s that?, hunched over gripping his chest, his face contorted, what can I do to help? I asked and the librarian asked if I knew first aid. I didn’t. I turn to go inside. Before I do I kneel down and pray. He probably thinks I’m crazy, I hope other man doesn’t see. It could be just chest pains. He is old, though. I pray silently and lift myself up and put my hat back on top of my head. I turn and quickly go inside. I don’t notice the heaviness of the door like I usually do. A vile vine constricts my heart. I feel like a coward. Can’t stay though, I am no use. What good is a witness when no crime is committed? I watched my mother die right before my eyes. Please god don’t take hi- I mean do what you feel is right I trust you god. Please give him more years. I don’t know what. I’m sorry God I’m sorry.
I’m walking quickly now through the library. I pick up a copy of selected writings by aquinas. How fucking stereotypical. I’m nothing more than a larper. Oh who fucking cares. Maybe it’s only cringe because of outside circumstances. Who would not be cringe if circumstances were different. I hope that man is okay.