traipse: energies
[erratic, as are my thoughts]
Chaos filled the skies in the guise of thunder and lightning. Chaos filled the boy's head, broken thoughts and haunting memories. Here he sat, alone in the cemetery. It was his refuge from his guardian, from home, from what took place there. Here he sat in the rainy darkness, soaked to the skin. Sitting against a tombstone, head bowed. Image of the broken ghost.
More and more often he found himself searching for reasons to remain. He had only two, these days. His safes: one perfect, one chaotic. Both kept him here, holding on to this nightmare-ish life he so often wished to escape. His perfect safe was away for the weekend, at a family thing. His chaotic safe was.. wherever he lurked when he wasn't with the boy.
The boy raised his eyes as lightning illuminated his surroundings. He started as he saw soemone approaching him through the rain. He watched with a sort of detached interest as the figure moved closer. He half expected to see one of the ghosts that so often haunted his head; he was half-right.
"Hi Bobby," the boy spoke as his chaotic safe knelt before him. He hated the tremble he could hear in his own voice. "What are you doing here?" "Came to find you," the other boy's eyes searched his face, a frown touched his lips, "He hurt you again." "No more than usual," he could barely hear his own words, as things screamed within his head. He closed his eyes as the older boy's lips brushed his forehead. He barely heard his companion's words, a whisper above the rain:
"Say the word and we'll end this together, Ghost."
Such temptation. Such temptation.
"I don't want this anymore," he wasn't certain if he were crying or if it were the rain in his eyes. Confusion, in his head. Chaos.
The other boy pulled him into his arms. "I love you, Ghost," the words, whispered against his ear, caused him to close his eyes and lay his head on his companion's shoulder. Love, obsession. One and the same, with this dark being beside him. He nodded, losing himself for the moment in his chaotic safe's energies. Allowing himself to feel safe.
^v^
ghosts haunt.
Chaos filled the skies in the guise of thunder and lightning. Chaos filled the boy's head, broken thoughts and haunting memories. Here he sat, alone in the cemetery. It was his refuge from his guardian, from home, from what took place there. Here he sat in the rainy darkness, soaked to the skin. Sitting against a tombstone, head bowed. Image of the broken ghost.
More and more often he found himself searching for reasons to remain. He had only two, these days. His safes: one perfect, one chaotic. Both kept him here, holding on to this nightmare-ish life he so often wished to escape. His perfect safe was away for the weekend, at a family thing. His chaotic safe was.. wherever he lurked when he wasn't with the boy.
The boy raised his eyes as lightning illuminated his surroundings. He started as he saw soemone approaching him through the rain. He watched with a sort of detached interest as the figure moved closer. He half expected to see one of the ghosts that so often haunted his head; he was half-right.
"Hi Bobby," the boy spoke as his chaotic safe knelt before him. He hated the tremble he could hear in his own voice. "What are you doing here?" "Came to find you," the other boy's eyes searched his face, a frown touched his lips, "He hurt you again." "No more than usual," he could barely hear his own words, as things screamed within his head. He closed his eyes as the older boy's lips brushed his forehead. He barely heard his companion's words, a whisper above the rain:
"Say the word and we'll end this together, Ghost."
Such temptation. Such temptation.
"I don't want this anymore," he wasn't certain if he were crying or if it were the rain in his eyes. Confusion, in his head. Chaos.
The other boy pulled him into his arms. "I love you, Ghost," the words, whispered against his ear, caused him to close his eyes and lay his head on his companion's shoulder. Love, obsession. One and the same, with this dark being beside him. He nodded, losing himself for the moment in his chaotic safe's energies. Allowing himself to feel safe.
^v^
ghosts haunt.