by Chef Juan
Was listening to music on the way to work...
|Its such a shame our friendship had to end...purple rain...purple rain. That echoed in my head when I heard it on my way to work this morning. It stuck, and as I played it over and over in my head, the sound of the guitar solo flooded into my ears and I listened. Not to the sound of the music, but to the guitar. I could hear what it was saying, I could hear it wondering, begging to understand, crying, giving up, dying.