The sun rose the next day. Jonas looked at it differently, but it still rose. And it continued to rise day after day.
He would continue on in life and marry a beautiful girl named Caroline one day. Her smile would make him think of the risen sun and her eyes looked like a portrait of a spotless sky. They would have a daughter named Isabel two years after their marriage, who Jonas loved with all his heart. Jonas would make money the rest of his life owning a small, out of the way studio that band after band would come in to and move on as regular as clockwork. But it was a good life.
But not the life he imagined.
As the sun faded past the day and stars would light Jonas’ way home, his mind drifted to that girl.
He knew that he would be forever wondering if he still lingered in her mind at night or if all of her feelings were lost in the transit from what they were that night. Or if he simply imagined it all.
"This give and take, this waiting on time It’s this twisted up memory that I can’t unwind. These fragile words that fall from my mouth And I’m crumbling and crowded, but I’ve figured you out. I’ve figured you out. I’ve figured you out. I’ve figured you out.
The shoreline calls the sea For simple words and company, But words go on and on, 'Till they collide and all is gone. I dive into the deep—into the sea inside of me To find another song, To find a place where I belong.”
“I WAS sick — sick unto death with that long agony; and when they at length unbound me, and I was permitted to sit, I felt that my senses were leaving me. The sentence — the dread sentence of death — was the last of distinct accentuation which reached my ears. After that, the sound of the inquisitorial voices seemed merged in one dreamy indeterminate hum. It conveyed to my soul the idea of revolution — perhaps from its association in fancy with the burr of a mill wheel. This only for a brief period; for presently I heard no more.”—