SilhouetteListen: This is the sound of your silent screams echoing in the dark hours, like full moons bursting in the night sky, flooding the eyes of children. This is the sound of your chest shattering, bones flying and the whisperwhisper of the cold shoulder of the others.Silhouette
I have never loved a sound as much as this. Look: You are not alone, surrounding you are the empty thoughts and souls of the others. You're full of the quintessential silences that roast in the blistering Indian summer with pink skies and orange hues. Smothered words fight
The Prayerthis is...stop: this is the sound of starsthis is...
screaming like fireworks, and mangled promises spilling through trainwreck teeth. this is the sound of lungs filling with air and girls with brown eyes and the whisperwhisper
of sheets on skin.
i have never heard a more eloquent silence.
look: this is not me, this is the purple-blue of midwest sunsets and the hope found between quintessential smiles and blinding neon lights. this is the amount of air between worlds and word
Oscillations, aftershocksI. My head weighs ten pounds. Somehow your body weighs less.Oscillations, aftershocks
II. It was too easy to rattle your bones. I would play simple melodies on your ribcage but you could touch so much more with nimble fingers licking piano keys catching the cadence of forgotten rhythms in your sleep. They said you never made a sound.
III. I never understood harmonics. They slip away softly in the night like stolen teeth and memories of you.
IV. In my dreams you're always screaming. Does that sickle smile mean you're happy now?
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