8:25 am on a Monday morning...

Dawn suddenly breaks, the light transfixing through the cracks in the window shades piercing the heavy eyelids of this weary weekend warrior. The uninvited orange glow of the new day is an all too sudden reminder of past day's mistakes and the detriment waged on his tabernacle of clay. Untried eyes ineffectively guide his hand reaching heedlessly for the phone on the night-stand. His movement is fueled by a childlike optimism that the phone might posses some remedy for this coalescence of physical and emotional suffering brought on by the abrupt awakening. He squints as the knuckle of his index finger pushes against his eyelid bringing the words: 1 New Voicemail into focus. A glimmer of hope...

Then Myrn's voice comes in on the answering machine...

(click on the words if you would like a video reenactment)

I dont understand why

See its myrning me to hold onto this

I know this is something I gotta do

But that dont mean I want to

What im trying to say is that... I-Love-You. I just

I feel like this is coming to an end

And its better for me to let it go than hold on and hurt you

I gotta let it myrn

This is the story told from the perspective of the person on the other end of the call from Myrn. Sometimes, when you live like Usher Raymond or Myrn, you just gotta let it BURN and I can respect that.