02-10-2020, 02:05 AM
[align=center]so tie me to a post and block my ears
i can see widows and orphans through my tears
i can see widows and orphans through my tears
He had stumbled across the island either by accident, or on purpose, he couldn't quite tell. One day, he woke from Bluestem, and had this urge to leave and find something else. He couldn't figure out what, but when he slipped out and came across the island, he felt a great relief.
He found his hole-ridden sneakers on a solid surface, and as his hands ran up the architecture, a chord struck in his heart. He recognized the patterns. He looked up, his wavy hair bobbing on his head as he stared up at the buildings around. He inhaled sharply. He was home. It felt like home.
He stumbled up the crumbling pieces, his blind eye not offering much for his poor hand-eye co-ordination. He was sure he must have slipped a dozen times, scraped his palms and his knees, but when he was on a flat surface, the look on his face was surly something. This felt like home.
He broke into a sprint, trying to see if he could find someone.
and he carries the reminders, of every glove that laid him down
or cut him till he cried out, in his anger and his shame
or cut him till he cried out, in his anger and his shame
TIMOTHY'S DEAD CHARACTERS