• User ImageThere once was a guy, a normal guy, with a normal life. Smart as he was and having everything he could possibly have in his ghetto of a pad he longed for something more. As he got back from work he sat couch and took his coat off along with his shoes and hat, After he was done doing so he looks into a photo that looks 9 years old. He stares in the photo for a endless hours, what was in the photo was a woman with a green dress and a yellow bow and a neckles that looked like two doves. He sighed then glanced at his guitar, slowly towards it he turns on the amp and starts playing a blues tone. This music it was beatiful, disdain was written all over the guitar, while the amp had its words spoken clear boosting every plucked string. An image was played in the man's conscious, swan's swimming smoothly through the water, twisting and turnning about, their syncrination is perfect in symmetry and in timming. One swan's sadly fly away into the horizon of the mourning sun, the woeful lonely swan is left without warmth and comfort, The other swans surround him though he escapes and flys away he has no idea where to go or sleep for the cold nights. The next morning The swan finally makes a home thats not big or small, but just right for him. The man stops playing the guitar and turns off the amp then weeps. A knock on the door finally is heard by him, he makes sure he is ready answer by checking any signs of emotional display. A knock is heard again, He opens the door.



    A bell rings END.