09-11-2018, 08:27 PM
♛ NOW THE WORLD IS ONLY WHITE NOISE, FREQUENCIES THAT I CANT UNDERSTAND. I CANT BE BOTHERED WITH THE TEACHERS, ALWAYS TRYING TO SHAPE THE WAY I ACT. BURN IT DOWN, BURN IT DOWN, BURN IT DOWN —
The crickets were loud tonight. A blanket of pitch blackness had fallen over the sky, casting dark all over save for where the moon cut through with it's silver light, stars glittering in and out. She sat in a pool of the light, eyes closed with exhaustion but sleep refusing to take her. Images, sharp glimpses of memories, taunted her brain. Finally she opened her eyes and stared up at the moon, pink eyes burning with anger, outlined with the softness of tears. But she quickly blinked them back. She would never shed a tear. It was weak.
That was all life ever was now, all it had ever become--a game of acting tough, pretending one thing or another wasn't killing you inside. Everyone did it, she had learned. Some just hid it extremely well. She could only hope she was one of those that were good at masking themselves.
It wasn't long before the sun began to rise, peeking up over the horizon before climbing up above it to claim it's spot in the sky, sending colors of orange and purple cascading across the sky. She glanced around as people began to awake, leaving the huts they called theirs and beginning their day, seemingly with no difficulty at all. She wished it was that easy these days.
"Meet and greet," Aineias calls out lazily, her gaze hazy with sleep as she waits for people to gather. "My name's Aineias. I just joined recently," she surveys the few people gathered, wondering if Frey would come, though she quickly shook the thought away. She didn't want to see his big dumb face.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px lightsteelblue; font-size: 24px;"]— AINEIAS ♛
#psychosocial.That was all life ever was now, all it had ever become--a game of acting tough, pretending one thing or another wasn't killing you inside. Everyone did it, she had learned. Some just hid it extremely well. She could only hope she was one of those that were good at masking themselves.
It wasn't long before the sun began to rise, peeking up over the horizon before climbing up above it to claim it's spot in the sky, sending colors of orange and purple cascading across the sky. She glanced around as people began to awake, leaving the huts they called theirs and beginning their day, seemingly with no difficulty at all. She wished it was that easy these days.
"Meet and greet," Aineias calls out lazily, her gaze hazy with sleep as she waits for people to gather. "My name's Aineias. I just joined recently," she surveys the few people gathered, wondering if Frey would come, though she quickly shook the thought away. She didn't want to see his big dumb face.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px lightsteelblue; font-size: 24px;"]— AINEIAS ♛