Thursday, October 2, 2014
The Harp (Harris Burdick)
The water rolled over the rocks and the wind flowed through the trees. There was a faint melody playing, not caring who hears its lustful noise. There was the breaking and crunching of a man that longed for this melody. He was empty inside, he wanted to die until this melody filled his void. He had walked for hours till he came to a waterfall and to his surprise there was a golden harp playing softly by the waters edge. With the harp brought him comfort in his dieing hours, for which he had poisoned himself for seeing no reason to live any longer. He sat by the harp and his vision started to fade as he thought of how cold it was to die. So its true, he thought, its really true. And he faded from this world.