Porky pig said it best

When something powerful is put to rest, in the movies there's a dramatic theme, A background score highlighting a memory, a recap.

The best moments/ scenes are replayed with careful accuracy and detail. It might even bring a tear to your eye.

In real life, its a little different.

There's never a background score

The lucky one's get a montage. The kind after your graduation ppl put together or when loved one's are celebrating- occasions or simply togetherness.

I'm not one of them.

I don't get a montage. Except for the cruel one playing in my head.

You should see it. It's better than the movies. Way more dramatic.

But very, very real.

As I put together the pieces of emotional reel in my head, I am careful not to edit.

I am a writer. Not an editor.

I think its all necessary. Every detail is important.

I've written about it time and time again.

Before I started , I thought I'd write the best one yet.

But I realized that my stories mean't nothing and everything.

Everything to me, but nothing otherwise

Life is like a sitcom, featuring brutal irony in every episode.

I couldn't even write the best one now if I tried.

It would seem mundane , stale to you.

For me it was always new.

What can I say that I haven't already said before....

I can't believe after all this time.... that it ends this way.

But I better believe it.

I have no choice.

There are other important things. Other things that need my attention.

Things which will someday mean something, unlike my symphony.

A symphony for deaf people is what I played

A book I wrote for the blind.

I could write something passionate, more dramatic right now...my fingers itch to say farewell to the symphony in the way I know I can....

but....pggy.....ibddy..ibbbdddy....'That's all folks'!