October
a sunflower soul
with rock'n roll eyes
with rock'n roll eyes
"Why not?" You wonder, dark-eyes wide and innocently perplexed. There are any number of reasons you'd be happy to quarantine the Outlanders, not least of which is so you have a justified reason to satisfy your curiosity.
You're an open enough book; the appropriate pages have already been torn out such that you aren't too bothered with anyone reading into your life. It's all just piano keys, red wine, and work anyways. "It's nothing really. People go their whole lives without seeing things." And then, realizing he likely meant the loss of your friends, you smile quickly and nod. "It was a long time ago."
Salt and sunshine. You breathe in. You fancy you can taste something alkaline on your tongue, but it's warm and the glow from outside makes the back of your eyelids hum a warm red. You smile faintly, imaging your hands over warm concrete, the sweet smell of sand and how it must make smooth even the roughest of hands, if handled enough. Moss and sweet mud...you run the pads of your fingers over your thumb, imagining that it's slick with mud. Berries make the colour a shade more plum than your caramel skin is, and you're positive that if you let it, the mixture would sweetly stain your hands with its rich aroma.
"mmmmmmmmmm." You sigh dreamily. You keep your eyes closed for a moment, wanting to keep the bright sunlight Finn has described, or escape away into the warm and soothing darkness of the woods. Eventually, though you do open your eyes. Your smile is still there, your eyes pleasantly warm, but disappointment dulls your cheerfulness. The walls here are white. The smells are chemical (except for right now, which smells more like stale-man than normal). "Will you be heading back?"
You're an open enough book; the appropriate pages have already been torn out such that you aren't too bothered with anyone reading into your life. It's all just piano keys, red wine, and work anyways. "It's nothing really. People go their whole lives without seeing things." And then, realizing he likely meant the loss of your friends, you smile quickly and nod. "It was a long time ago."
Salt and sunshine. You breathe in. You fancy you can taste something alkaline on your tongue, but it's warm and the glow from outside makes the back of your eyelids hum a warm red. You smile faintly, imaging your hands over warm concrete, the sweet smell of sand and how it must make smooth even the roughest of hands, if handled enough. Moss and sweet mud...you run the pads of your fingers over your thumb, imagining that it's slick with mud. Berries make the colour a shade more plum than your caramel skin is, and you're positive that if you let it, the mixture would sweetly stain your hands with its rich aroma.
"mmmmmmmmmm." You sigh dreamily. You keep your eyes closed for a moment, wanting to keep the bright sunlight Finn has described, or escape away into the warm and soothing darkness of the woods. Eventually, though you do open your eyes. Your smile is still there, your eyes pleasantly warm, but disappointment dulls your cheerfulness. The walls here are white. The smells are chemical (except for right now, which smells more like stale-man than normal). "Will you be heading back?"
curious thoughts
& a heart of surprise
& a heart of surprise
