nothing stayed a secret within.
crash.crash.shatter.bang.
she screamed. she screamed.
the trap she felt was never real.
not imaginary, no.
but self-created. man-made. dirty. disastrous.
she couldn't listen to the cliques.
couldn't believe them.
didn't understand.
'nothing lasts forever'
they said again and again and again.
crash.crash.shatter.bang.
she grew. he grew. they all grew.
like plants without water.
there was movement towards the sun,
but they withered all the same.
he screamed. he screamed.
he awoke to the sounds of pounding.
through the walls. always through the walls.
nothing stayed a secret within.
crash.cra
Architecture and Water by fatehatesblue, literature
Literature
Architecture and Water
she felt through the air.
sticky.
it clung to her. to the fabric wrapped around her bones. nothing escaped. her eyelashes were saturated. it was in her mouth. deep into her bones. it clung with a force only deceit could manage.
she flung herself through the open door.
looking for release.
the air was thicker out there, somehow.
thicker than solid.
rewind. shut the door.
there was no escape.
closed eyes.
deep breaths.
she cared. oh how she cared.
but times like these, call for blunt truthfulness. and oh how truthful she could be.
there was no longer discretion in her voice. she screamed. she screamed. she screamed.
it was only
nothing stayed a secret within.
crash.crash.shatter.bang.
she screamed. she screamed.
the trap she felt was never real.
not imaginary, no.
but self-created. man-made. dirty. disastrous.
she couldn't listen to the cliques.
couldn't believe them.
didn't understand.
'nothing lasts forever'
they said again and again and again.
crash.crash.shatter.bang.
she grew. he grew. they all grew.
like plants without water.
there was movement towards the sun,
but they withered all the same.
he screamed. he screamed.
he awoke to the sounds of pounding.
through the walls. always through the walls.
nothing stayed a secret within.
crash.cra
Architecture and Water by fatehatesblue, literature
Literature
Architecture and Water
she felt through the air.
sticky.
it clung to her. to the fabric wrapped around her bones. nothing escaped. her eyelashes were saturated. it was in her mouth. deep into her bones. it clung with a force only deceit could manage.
she flung herself through the open door.
looking for release.
the air was thicker out there, somehow.
thicker than solid.
rewind. shut the door.
there was no escape.
closed eyes.
deep breaths.
she cared. oh how she cared.
but times like these, call for blunt truthfulness. and oh how truthful she could be.
there was no longer discretion in her voice. she screamed. she screamed. she screamed.
it was only
Architecture and Water by fatehatesblue, literature
Literature
Architecture and Water
she felt through the air.
sticky.
it clung to her. to the fabric wrapped around her bones. nothing escaped. her eyelashes were saturated. it was in her mouth. deep into her bones. it clung with a force only deceit could manage.
she flung herself through the open door.
looking for release.
the air was thicker out there, somehow.
thicker than solid.
rewind. shut the door.
there was no escape.
closed eyes.
deep breaths.
she cared. oh how she cared.
but times like these, call for blunt truthfulness. and oh how truthful she could be.
there was no longer discretion in her voice. she screamed. she screamed. she screamed.
it was only
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speak first.
it's not always so easy.
but i can pretend it is.
if you want.
we'll stay stagnant.
that's not how this is supposed to go.
speakfirstspeaklouderspeakanything.
you better learn to
fight.speakup.argue.somethingotherthansilence.
or you will leave with nothing.
absolutelynothing.
thats when she said:
i don't hate you boy
i just want to save you
while theres still something
left to save.
have fun:
www.ohfainthearts.tumblr.com
i've started writing more.
thankfully.
i think its partially boredom. partially mindset.
but, i hope you enjoy.
they're going to stay relatively short and more narrative than anything else.
almost like character sketches.
but no characters will form.
33 and counting.
goodnight.