- NATE -
I can't see much of the future
Unless we find out what's to blame, what a shame
Unless we find out what's to blame, what a shame
Since the sun had come up, it had been hidden by clouds, by driving rain. A gasp emerged only rarely, a break between the clouds, and in his drive to not leave himself a free moment, Nate seizes the opportunity to climb out onto the roof, making sure the shingles are solidly in place, that there's no weak points where wind can rip something off and let water seep into the house. It's simple, busy work, good enough for his hands, though perhaps it leaves a little too much space for his mind to wander, to drift away from him.
Maybe he's not as good at this whole busy work thing as he'd thought. Or maybe he's just carrying heavier burdens these days.
His work has paused, ostensibly he was on a break, but in all honesty the horizon had caught his attention, drawing him for long enough that the rain began yet again, slow fat droplets that were easy to ignore, when he didn't feel the chill of the water. If it wasn't for how out of place his silhouette looked, hanging on the edge of the porch roof, he might be able to be mistaken for some kind of especially garish decoration.
Maybe he's not as good at this whole busy work thing as he'd thought. Or maybe he's just carrying heavier burdens these days.
His work has paused, ostensibly he was on a break, but in all honesty the horizon had caught his attention, drawing him for long enough that the rain began yet again, slow fat droplets that were easy to ignore, when he didn't feel the chill of the water. If it wasn't for how out of place his silhouette looked, hanging on the edge of the porch roof, he might be able to be mistaken for some kind of especially garish decoration.
And we won't be together much longer
Unless we realize that we are the same
Unless we realize that we are the same
