The Silver Trumpet Brayed

The instrument that has been my life since I was 16 years old, I never want to play again. It has taken all my will power this evening not to take it from its case and destroy it so that I cannot play again. I have commitments between now and the summer which I must fulfil and, more truthfully, which will give me the money I need, but it's clear that I do it purely for the money and for no other reason.

This instrument has taken my life and this has to stop.

The problem is, it is my life and if it stops, then there is nothing left.

posted by Weasel @ 7:27 PM