I don't have many possessions, maybe due to a fear of attachment to worldly stuff. Little did I know that I had been carrying something very personal with me for about ten years --- yes, since my centre-parting JC days.
From the beginning, it had always been there when I needed it, and I reciprocated by lending a listening ear whenever it had something to communicate to me. It accompanied me on long, lonely trips, where it would find a comfortable resting spot right beside my ears, always fitting into a familiar position. When it is with me, all the surrounding buzz and chatter would be drowned out, and all sound turned into music in its presence. There and then, nothing else would matter.
Today, it fell silent. Like all things I've grown to take for granted, I never appreciated it until it was no longer there for me. Few things these days stick around for ten years, not clothes, not cars, not even wives. I'm not sure if I'll ever find anything quite like it again. A quick search suggests that I'd be lucky to find another one that sticks around for even 6 months. A big lump formed in my throat as the memories of our time together came flooding back to me. A wonderful time of Discmans, non-air-conditioned-double-decker buses, and dumb excuses for taking long, windy, and windy bus rides.
Thanks, and sorry for the neglect.
From the beginning, it had always been there when I needed it, and I reciprocated by lending a listening ear whenever it had something to communicate to me. It accompanied me on long, lonely trips, where it would find a comfortable resting spot right beside my ears, always fitting into a familiar position. When it is with me, all the surrounding buzz and chatter would be drowned out, and all sound turned into music in its presence. There and then, nothing else would matter.
Today, it fell silent. Like all things I've grown to take for granted, I never appreciated it until it was no longer there for me. Few things these days stick around for ten years, not clothes, not cars, not even wives. I'm not sure if I'll ever find anything quite like it again. A quick search suggests that I'd be lucky to find another one that sticks around for even 6 months. A big lump formed in my throat as the memories of our time together came flooding back to me. A wonderful time of Discmans, non-air-conditioned-double-decker buses, and dumb excuses for taking long, windy, and windy bus rides.
Thanks, and sorry for the neglect.
