by mimona » Thu Jul 06, 2017 2:02 am
(HI IM JOINING LYS ON THIS. IM BASICALLY LYS BUT LAMER)
"it's hard trying to be loved."
the city lights blink below, static fireflies in the night. the city is alive.
"you give and they take."
the horizon is a thread of gold, sunlight dipping into null.
"my pride my home my time -"
the last spears of light fall to a husky blue.
"- my eyes"
yet late night city life thrives and light strives.
the boy frowns, sits. the midnight moonlight always draws him to the building peaks.
standing at the top of the world things appear as they are. when night meets day two worlds collide.
humankind hustling and bustling below appears ugly, unsightly (things appear, timely, as they are).
he closes his eyes. he frowns, "there's nothing here for me."
but it doesn't mean much to him.
tomorrow, too, he will muse alone, where the wind traces patterns in his hair (and where the stratosphere seems, ever so slightly, in reach)
Well I hope u enjOYED MY DUMB QUICK THUNG.. i need... to find... my muse
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