The Eighties
Like a criminal, Charlie kept visiting the scene of the crime. A needle stuck in a groove, he couldn’t move on.
If he could say something he would have but he can’t communicate with anyone. He knew he would let too many people down. If someone had explained what had happened. It might have made a difference. Might have changed how it turned out, but silence was the only reply he got; it was the silence that gave this thing the go ahead. How could they not have known? Silence can say so much.
Sometimes he felt he was using it as an excuse for failing, for not being good enough to succeed with the Harp. Sometimes I think it didn’t happen and it was all in my fucked up imagination. “I am out of control in my head”.
He was too
Like a criminal, Charlie kept visiting the scene of the crime. A needle stuck in a groove, he couldn’t move on.
If he could say something he would have but he can’t communicate with anyone. He knew he would let too many people down. If someone had explained what had happened. It might have made a difference. Might have changed how it turned out, but silence was the only reply he got; it was the silence that gave this thing the go ahead. How could they not have known? Silence can say so much.
Sometimes he felt he was using it as an excuse for failing, for not being good enough to succeed with the Harp. Sometimes I think it didn’t happen and it was all in my fucked up imagination. “I am out of control in my head”.
He was too