Freewrite #173 - Forever , waiting in paradise

He knew it too well .. yet another of those sense of loss . Whiskey and Guitar were the twin companions he could always reach out his arms towards. As his fingers grew numb on the strings, the music changed its tune. Never was this such a low tune . There could be a better way of bleeding .. there definitely should be.
Strings snapped. It played all the out of tune melodies on a lower note. Head spinning .... He got on the bike and raced towards the horizon ... blinded by the sun and hurt by the loss, he slammed into the wall of indecision ... blinded for ever .

Now , he remembers everything frame by frame . Only to recall every passing day and waiting for his end.