Catch a Moth only to realize, Death has caught you.
A soft flutter....
no silence in this one im afraid.
~
Unacountable, untraceable.
He couldnt stop smiling, a new type of death he pondered.
could he? was it possible to die from emotion?
his face ached, and felt as if it were going to shatter into a million shards.
a million tiny, happy, smiling, bouncing, ridiculous shards.
He couldnt let it go.... either of the feelings inside of him.
Could it be that after all of the years looking for someone to talk to..
that a simple chance meeting...led to happiness...
~
the soft flutter of moths broke his attention. he was staring intently at a picture, of some Fae or Angel or some other creature of great beauty...
His pale grey eyes turned upwards to the small mass of moths swooping over head, dusting everything with a fine powder.
Trivial.
Despite the beauty of the small creatures over his head, swarming around the lightbulb, his eyes reverted back to the picture. The face of that beauty had him betwitched...he smiled softly. it had only been half an hour or so since they spoke.
His name was Matt...the creature that had him so enthralled... he couldnt place what it was exactly that had him so mesmerized...
Though he didnt see it..the moon was shining brightly into the dank basement room he was in, illuminating the side of his face. a sliver of the light ran over the picture and he couldnt help but wonder, was the moon this beautiful on his skin..would it be when they met?
a few hours passed, the moths having fluttered away after the lightbulb blew and he still sat,eyes caressing over the picture. Was he real? this beautiful boy named Matt? or was it death playing yet another trick on the heartless thing that was so easily broken.
only a new day will tell....and only the boys voice would solace him...
no silence in this one im afraid.
~
Unacountable, untraceable.
He couldnt stop smiling, a new type of death he pondered.
could he? was it possible to die from emotion?
his face ached, and felt as if it were going to shatter into a million shards.
a million tiny, happy, smiling, bouncing, ridiculous shards.
He couldnt let it go.... either of the feelings inside of him.
Could it be that after all of the years looking for someone to talk to..
that a simple chance meeting...led to happiness...
~
the soft flutter of moths broke his attention. he was staring intently at a picture, of some Fae or Angel or some other creature of great beauty...
His pale grey eyes turned upwards to the small mass of moths swooping over head, dusting everything with a fine powder.
Trivial.
Despite the beauty of the small creatures over his head, swarming around the lightbulb, his eyes reverted back to the picture. The face of that beauty had him betwitched...he smiled softly. it had only been half an hour or so since they spoke.
His name was Matt...the creature that had him so enthralled... he couldnt place what it was exactly that had him so mesmerized...
Though he didnt see it..the moon was shining brightly into the dank basement room he was in, illuminating the side of his face. a sliver of the light ran over the picture and he couldnt help but wonder, was the moon this beautiful on his skin..would it be when they met?
a few hours passed, the moths having fluttered away after the lightbulb blew and he still sat,eyes caressing over the picture. Was he real? this beautiful boy named Matt? or was it death playing yet another trick on the heartless thing that was so easily broken.
only a new day will tell....and only the boys voice would solace him...