I try. Really, I do.
But lately I've become seriously deaf... And I believe it has something to do with the crowd display, those too many voices around my silence.
That's definitely not for me, you see, crowds are not my thing. 'One's company two's a crowd' - I guess the man was right.
Well, I am old. And I figure that must be what's keeping the sounds away. Far, far away...
Still, the memory's good: somethings don't ever leave - as others do never change. That's what old people do, they remember.
And like I said, I am old. Truly. And I distinctly recall once hearing someone say that can only be a good thing when it comes to choosing whiskey casts.
Me, I like gin. Lemon. And black coffee. Full things, straight and daring.
Like the taste of truth. Face to face.
It's been long ... though I admit deafness must be to blame - that stupid age thing...
So, remind yourself to never get shut on the outside: locked doors become walls - unless you find the key.
I try. I really do. But I am old...
Just too many voices behind the walls, no sound coming across.
May 15, 2015