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a scene and an emotion.
6 years ago
There is a boy, well better to call him a man.
Listening to music from a dead artist, one revered and remembered in history to those who know.
There the man sits in a room, on a computer, typing away to piece together his feelings.
Surrounded by a bag of dirty clothes to the left, and a pile of paired shoes to the right.
He reflects on the days of yore, of the not so far away past, of the worrying present, and the inescapable future.
He had no body of which most find him attractive. And he finds the high energy attractive in everyone he has spoken to.
How is it he can live like this, stuck in his mind like that; he quietly sighs to himself.
Bordered in a room of fading yellow, two doors of a white long past pure, and a fleeting smile.
His only solace is in his writing, but even that has lost it for him.
No more words could express how he feels.
Everything and yet nothing as he sits with a repeat going on.
When will he find his goal, his one true place he needs to belong?
when will he gain what he needs to live and feel alive again?
What will those days bring him?
For those days he wants... requires someone to love and hold. Hold onto for as long as he can. So he can finally start again.
To listen to those artists long gone with a new sense of purpose. To fill the space missing from his heart.
Listening to music from a dead artist, one revered and remembered in history to those who know.
There the man sits in a room, on a computer, typing away to piece together his feelings.
Surrounded by a bag of dirty clothes to the left, and a pile of paired shoes to the right.
He reflects on the days of yore, of the not so far away past, of the worrying present, and the inescapable future.
He had no body of which most find him attractive. And he finds the high energy attractive in everyone he has spoken to.
How is it he can live like this, stuck in his mind like that; he quietly sighs to himself.
Bordered in a room of fading yellow, two doors of a white long past pure, and a fleeting smile.
His only solace is in his writing, but even that has lost it for him.
No more words could express how he feels.
Everything and yet nothing as he sits with a repeat going on.
When will he find his goal, his one true place he needs to belong?
when will he gain what he needs to live and feel alive again?
What will those days bring him?
For those days he wants... requires someone to love and hold. Hold onto for as long as he can. So he can finally start again.
To listen to those artists long gone with a new sense of purpose. To fill the space missing from his heart.
