GreenDaysFinest

picture this: a room. square in shape. small in size. four walls, a ceiling, and a floor. white, at one point in time, now dingy with the grime of time since passed. you hear a squeaking and look up. the metal lamp hanging from above sways back and forth, its weak flicker lighting the room enough to just be able to decipher what is around you. but nothing more. moonlight filters in through a small widow, too high for you to reach, but just low enough so that you can see the outside world. even if it is a little. you can see the moon from this window, its silver light dancing on the floor in front of you. by now, you're starting to wonder,

Electricity ran through ocean-colored orbs as they studied the cinnamon colored wood of the large instrument before them. Those eyes glanced over the neck of the cello, rendering a slight twitch of anticipation through the digits of Raaziel’s left hand. The other hand was grasping the bow lightly, and it held on even tighter still as he gazed at the stringed instrument. How much longer could he wait to let the cool metal of the strings lightly sting his finger tips? Half dressed, he stood before the instrument when he heard the door close off on the other side of the flat; Waz had gone. It was only him now, for Waz had left for work or w

can’t you feel it? can’t you hear it? The small... thumpthump thumpthumpthump thumpthump of our hearts? it’s there. i hear it. i feel it. but you turn away and close your ears. you’ve closed your heart too. and i’m here. alone. with nothing else. except the thump thumpthump thump of my lonely heart.