DRABBLE: look right through me.
i can't even begin to explain my irrational love for this picture. anyway, i wrote a drabble to go along with it. i wasn't planning on it, to be honest. but it just happened.
look right through me.
you think about kissing him. right here in front of the photographer with his nikon. it would be passed off as a whim, by the photographer and him. after all, you’re his friend and you’re that type of musician. the kind that doesn’t fall under normal pop-ish standards.
but you don’t. kiss him, that is. instead you press your face against his, feel him lean into you. and you don’t look at him. no, you look into the camera knowing that he’s doing the same when his chin tilts upward.
you don’t kiss him then. but later that night, you will.
♫ gary jules; mad world
look right through me.
you think about kissing him. right here in front of the photographer with his nikon. it would be passed off as a whim, by the photographer and him. after all, you’re his friend and you’re that type of musician. the kind that doesn’t fall under normal pop-ish standards.
but you don’t. kiss him, that is. instead you press your face against his, feel him lean into you. and you don’t look at him. no, you look into the camera knowing that he’s doing the same when his chin tilts upward.
you don’t kiss him then. but later that night, you will.
♫ gary jules; mad world