Pulling out a piece of paper,Milo grabbed a stick of charcoal and began to write.
*Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love but I guess,this avoids the stress of falling out of it.* Grinning he continued,a feeling of what one could call control,another may call power,washing over him.
*Are you tired of me yet? I'm a little sick right now but I swear when i'm ready I will fly us out of here. I'll cut my hair. To make you stare. I'll hide my chest and I'll figure out a way to get us out of here.* He began to hum to himself as he wrote,fingers drumming on the desk.
*Turn off your porcelain face,I can't really think right now in this place. There's too many colors,enough to drive all of us insane.Are you dead? Sometimes I think I'm dead cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head.* Milo let out a sigh,pausing for a moment to nudge some hair from his eyes,leaving charcoal smudges in its place.
*But i don't wanna fall asleep just yet. My eyes went dark. I don't know where.My pupils are but I'll figure out a way to get us out of here. Get a load if this monster. He doesn't know how to communicate. His mind is in a different place, will everybody please give him a little bit of space?* Hunching over a little the boy quickly scrawled down the last bit,the only sound in the room being the scratching of pencil against paper and his own ragged breaths.
*Get a load of this trainwreck. His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet but little do we know the stars welcome him with open arms. Oh. Time is. Slowly. Tracing his face but strangely he feels at home in this place.* A joyous yelp escaped his lips as he threw down the charcoal and grabbed the paper,waving in the air before jumping up and running from the room.
I really want to figure out what goes on in my head,and as a result of the nonsense in there you guys are graced with these random stories based off the music I listen to when I write and just generally depressing songs. Love ya'll in a non-gay way <3
*Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love but I guess,this avoids the stress of falling out of it.* Grinning he continued,a feeling of what one could call control,another may call power,washing over him.
*Are you tired of me yet? I'm a little sick right now but I swear when i'm ready I will fly us out of here. I'll cut my hair. To make you stare. I'll hide my chest and I'll figure out a way to get us out of here.* He began to hum to himself as he wrote,fingers drumming on the desk.
*Turn off your porcelain face,I can't really think right now in this place. There's too many colors,enough to drive all of us insane.Are you dead? Sometimes I think I'm dead cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head.* Milo let out a sigh,pausing for a moment to nudge some hair from his eyes,leaving charcoal smudges in its place.
*But i don't wanna fall asleep just yet. My eyes went dark. I don't know where.My pupils are but I'll figure out a way to get us out of here. Get a load if this monster. He doesn't know how to communicate. His mind is in a different place, will everybody please give him a little bit of space?* Hunching over a little the boy quickly scrawled down the last bit,the only sound in the room being the scratching of pencil against paper and his own ragged breaths.
*Get a load of this trainwreck. His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet but little do we know the stars welcome him with open arms. Oh. Time is. Slowly. Tracing his face but strangely he feels at home in this place.* A joyous yelp escaped his lips as he threw down the charcoal and grabbed the paper,waving in the air before jumping up and running from the room.
I really want to figure out what goes on in my head,and as a result of the nonsense in there you guys are graced with these random stories based off the music I listen to when I write and just generally depressing songs. Love ya'll in a non-gay way <3
