A Short
Mostly lyrics probably, but I felt they fit. They're not mine, copyright is below, used without permission.
Title: Unrecognizable
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and poor writting quality :P
Characters: Original
Milk by Kings of Leon Copyright Kings of Leon
The End by Kings of Leon Copyright Kings of Leon
Miranda, That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore: A - Vade Mecum Copyright The Mars Volta
Miranda, That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore: B - Pour Another Icepick Copyright The Mars Volta
Miranda, That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore: C - Picsis (Phra-Men-Ma) Copyright The Mars Volta
Miranda, That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore: D - Con Safo Copyright The Mars Volta
Cassandra Gemini: A - Tarrantism Copyright The Mars Volta
Cassandra Gemini: B - Plant a Nail In The Navel Stream Copyright The Mars Volta
Cassandra Gemini: C - Faminepulse Copyright The Mars Volta
Links to the songs on youtube or other video sites, occur around the lyrics if you'd like to hear them, it'll be a pretty long read/listen if you go with the music, but could be more enjoyable. It is for me haha. There also seems to be some discrepency on the exact titles of the The Mars Volta tracks. So in case they're ACTUALLY from Cassandra Gemini, Copyright those songs The Mars Volta.
It was more nothing. Not literally, of course, it was more rubble. He walked toward the half shell of a two-storey house to see if he could find anything worth salvaging, or better yet, a person. He hadn't seen a living thing in months now. No birds chirping, no dogs barking. He didn't even hear cockroaches or bugs moving when he would lie down to sleep at night. Only the wind and even that was dying down this time of year. Dusk was approaching as he stepped up the broken steps to a broken door into a broken home.
Wasn't much to do but to look around. His worn shoes tred softly on the gravel as he picked through a shattered cupboard, retrieving some canned food. Enough for a week. He slung the duffle bag off his shoulder, the Lowe name tag flapping a bit as it held on by only a few stitches. He shoved some down below his dirty clothes and continued looking around the once-suburban-house. As he eyed the strained staircase up to the second level he hesitated before gingerly trying the first stair. Seemed sturdy enough. He climbed the rest of the stairs and let out a tired sigh as he reached the top. He passed the singed landscape print that hung crooked on one of the walls before going into the first room he came across.
He stopped dead in his tracks, confused.
The room seemed untouched from the rest of the destruction he had witnessed the last year. Pictures were tacked to the wall. Friends, sharing moments of joy, amusement and laughter. It was surreal to him. He studied them, as if trying to force his memory to recall such things in his own life. Distant memories that has been pushed out of thought to allow him to survive. He raised a hand and lightly brushed a photo, the glossy glide cold to the touch. He looked down to a shelf with stuffed animals, video games, knick-knacks, odds and ends and...
A cell phone
He quickly snatched it up and turned it over in his hand trying to find the power switch and pushed it. Then held it down. Nothing. Of course it's dead. It probably ran out of juice months ago. He quickly sat down on the floor leaning against a bed that still had the sheets tightly pulled against it, and looked the phone over for a plug. Mini-USB, nice, he thought as he put the phone down and shoved a hand roughly into his bag and dug around until he found his cable collection and yanked it out. Finding the right one he plugged it in and pulled out his hand crank and worked it hard. There was no way in hell he'd use his own juice for this. He put the crank between his legs and cranked away while flipping the phone around in his hand. He wondered what it might contain. Names? Adresses? Pictures? Video? Who cares as long as it had something, anything on it.
He looked around the rooom again and wondered who had once owned the phone, maybe they were still alive. Was it a guy, a girl? Did it matter? Were they with friends where they were now? Were they alone...? Did they feel love? Loss? Nothing at all? Perhaps speculation wasn't a good idea... maybe those are just my thoughts, Lowe thought as his thoughts turned inward trying to keep at bay his demons. He decided to focus on the feel of his arm muscles straining instead. Still, there was something he hadn't felt in a while. Anticipation, hope.
He bit his lip and cranked a few more times before letting go of the crank and quickly pushing the power button again. This time there was a reaction as the mobile came to life and displayed a Sony Ericsson logo before finally displaying a background image of a young man and woman posing together whilst each had an arm around the other. He couldn't help but smirk at the typical background. Typical? Atypical now. Familiar in another life. He slid a finger across the bottom of the screen to unlock the phone and was glad there was no password. He hit menu and scrolled with a flick of his finger, quickly scanning words from the past. His eyes widened as they caught a word which he quickly stabbed. Media. lowe didn't even bother looking at a list his finger moved on it's own as he quickly pressed play. A white flower on a black background popped up on the display and music started to play:
Salty leave, salty leave
tell me the one about the friend you knew,
and the last good night that we toasted too...
salty leave,
stay for me, stay for me
we drank wine in the matinee
and the spotlight showed what i chased away
stay for me
she saw my comb over, her hourglass body
she had problems with drinking Milk
and being school tardy
she'll loan you her toothbrush
she'll bartend you party
A tear rolled down his expressionless face, something hit him deep in his gut, as the soft guitar strummed in the background. He couldn't quite put his finger on it until the vocalist- that was it! It was another voice! Not his own, but someone elses.
kill me, kill me
i called and i called, but i cant get through
said he's on his own, but his own is you
kill me
she saw my comb over, her hourglass body
she had problems with drinking milk
and being school tardy
she'll loan you her toothbrush
she'll bartend you party
she saw my comb over, her hourglass body
she had problems with drinking milk
and being school tardy
she'll loan you her toothbrush
she'll bartend you party...
He stared at the photos on the wall and just listened as another song played, he broke his own rule and remembered the past. First in flashes and then full memories...
Running with the street lights
Laughing at the grave
He swears he's gonna give it up
It's never gonna be enough
I just wanna be there
When your all alone
Thinking bout a better day
When ya had it in ya bones
This could be The End
This could be The End
This could be The End
This could be The End
I see you in the evening
Sitting on your throne
And praying with the fireball,
And posted it up against the wall
I just wanna hold you
Take you by your hand
And tell you that your good enough
Tell ya that it's gonna be tough
This could be The End
This could be The End
This could be The End
This could be The End
Cos I aint got a home
Lowe narrowed his eyes slightly. This couldn't be The End. He was still here after all.
Running from the street lights
Shinning on the grave
Once you've had the good stuff
Never gonna fill you up
I wanna be the one who
Gives em all the world
And gives em all a feel of it
Just a little taste of it
This could be The End
This could be The End
This could be The End
This could be The End
Cos I aint got a home
I'm out here all alone
No I aint got a home
Out here all alone
Said I aint got a home
Out here all alone
No I aint got a home
I'll forever roam
I aint got a home...
Well, that was true at least. But that was also the reason it couldn't possibly be The End. Ever. He would be damned if he was going to just give up now. Horns blowing through the tiny tinny speakers jolted him back from the thought, and he started to look through the phone. As the menu slid by he stabbed another option. Messaging. Conversation. He paused and considered where to start. Last message sent, or First message? He glanced up at the summary and caught the last outbound communique:
"not tht u care. i got drafted. theyre coming 4 me in 10min. i hope i forget u. -L"
One message unread. His finger hesitated over the read button as he heard wind, and something almost ghost-like. He looked around the little sanctuary from the post-war until he realized, it was only the music still playing. He decided to delay reading the missed message and closed his eyes to listen to the music. The man hadn't realized just how much he had missed music until now. His enthusiasm shifted from the discovery of another person's life to the beautiful, haunting, and destructive music...
I’ve always wanted To eat glass with you again But I never knew how How to talk without Walls dropping on the eve The nest they made couldn’t break you Along the fallen Scowled a fence of beaks But the temple is scathing Through your veins They were scaling Through an ice pick of abscess reckoning And when Miranda sang Everyone turned away Used to the noose they obey And whoever said that they would scatter Separating the mother from child She can bat a broken eyelid Raining maggots from it’s sty And with the traces that she leaves She will skin you out alive All the children go grinding their jaws The sweet smell of their toothless canals And the damn she will break, Make an ocean from this lake As they siphon off all our blood And when Miranda sang Everyone turned away Used to the noose they obey And when Miranda sang Everyone turned away Used to the noose they obey And when Miranda sang Everyone turned away Used to the noose they obey...
I think I've become one of the others
I think I've become one of the others
I think I've become one of the others
There was a frail syrup dripping off His lap danced lapel, punctuated by her Decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching Gizzard soft as a mane of needles His orifice icicles hemorrhaged By combing her torso to a pile Perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse She was a mink hand job in sarcophagus heels Bring me to my knees Read the sharpened lines All my arms, Bled me blind Faucet leaks in shadows Spilling from morgue lancet Caressed your fontanelle I've sworn to kill every last one Every last one Panic in the shakes of the wounded Panic in the worms Onto the floor And out of your mouth Out of your eyelids No there's no light, in the darkest Of your furthest reaches No there's no light, in the darkest Of your furthest reaches All your dreams, splintered off Leech by leech on this catafalque Anyone will tell you, yes anyone Chance had me setting a trip wire alarm Your mother flirted with disease When she skinned that costume by it's navel strings Panic in the shakes of the wounded Panic in the worms, onto the floor And out of your mouth And out of your eyelids No there's no light, in the darkest Of your furthest reaches No there's no light, in the darkest Of your furthest reaches No there's no light, in the darkest Of your furthest reaches Shock lest shackles free you Volt face cons abandon you again I won't feel not this time Shock lest shackles free you Volt face cons abandon you again I won't feel not this time Brick by brick, the night eclipsed Pricked by cuticle thorns Dried the sleep on nursery slits Into this life I'm born Heaven's just a scab away I'd like to see you after just one taste Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight Not forever more, Let them see it has begun The others I've become If you should see the dice, Charmed with it's snaked choked eyes You'll wear the widows weeds Because they're just your size Behind the snail secretion, Leaves a dry heave that absorbs A limbless procreation, Let the infant crawled deformed A bag replaced the breath of these suffocating sheets And now when the craving calls I'll scratch my itchy teeth sing it now Come on and sing it Come on and sing it now Come on and sing it now Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight, Not forever more Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight, Not forever more She fell for the whispers, Sister flooded deaf tears That night tore a river, In her baron womb mirror And his multiple sons with their mandible tongues Set crucified fires to petrified homes Let it burn I wanna let it burn And the owls they were watching And the owls didn't care Then the owls came a knocking, Placenta in their stares They will feed on all the carnage, Leftover from the flood And in the corner of their eyes, Fled sister L' Via Sister L' Via Now the pieces went floating, Reflecting all at dusk Conceived from the stabbing, was Vismund Cygnus...
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight...
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight...
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight...
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight...
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight...
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight...
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight Raw bark in the water of the marble shrine Twenty five snakes pour out your eyes Yeah the icepicks cumming on the marble shrine Twenty five wives in the lake tonight Raw bark in the water of the marble shrine Twenty five snakes pour out your eyes Yeah the icepicks cumming cumming tonight Twenty five wives in the lake tonight Raw bark in the water of the marble shrine Twenty five snakes pour out your eyes Yeah the icepicks cumming on the marble shrine Twenty five wives in the lake tonight Raw bark in the water of the marble shrine Twenty five snakes pour out your eyes Twenty five snakes are drowning drowning drowning...
He opened his eyes and tapped the phone to see the missed reply.
"Dont forget me! We'll find each other. No mater what happens. We always do. B safe. -E"
Was that a plea? Dangled hope? What the hell kind of response was that? Plutonic friends for life? Fucking hurtful, thought Lowe, as he felt frustration rise up within him. Bull shit. With strained effort he pushed himself to his feet and disgustingly shoved the device into his pocket and shouldered his duffle before walking towards the door. He wanted the sky above his head again, fuck this piece of pre-war. He punched the wall on his way out sending pictures floating to the ground. He didn't look back, just kept walking. Down the straining stairs, through the front room and right out the front door and just kept walking. Music coming muffled from his pocket.
The ocean floor is hidden from your viewing lense a depth perception languished in the night all my life I've been sewing the wounds but the seeds sprout a lachrymal cloud...
The wind blew through the house and scattered the photos that escaped from their place on the wall in paradise, one gently coming to rest in the centre of the bed. A photo of two smiling people, unrecognized through feelings of betrayl and regret, with a messy "L + E Forever" scrawled on the bottom half in sharpie. In the background a duffle bag with a name tag completely attached read: Lowe.
Title: Unrecognizable
Rating: PG-13 for swearing and poor writting quality :P
Characters: Original
Milk by Kings of Leon Copyright Kings of Leon
The End by Kings of Leon Copyright Kings of Leon
Miranda, That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore: A - Vade Mecum Copyright The Mars Volta
Miranda, That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore: B - Pour Another Icepick Copyright The Mars Volta
Miranda, That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore: C - Picsis (Phra-Men-Ma) Copyright The Mars Volta
Miranda, That Ghost Just Isn't Holy Anymore: D - Con Safo Copyright The Mars Volta
Cassandra Gemini: A - Tarrantism Copyright The Mars Volta
Cassandra Gemini: B - Plant a Nail In The Navel Stream Copyright The Mars Volta
Cassandra Gemini: C - Faminepulse Copyright The Mars Volta
Links to the songs on youtube or other video sites, occur around the lyrics if you'd like to hear them, it'll be a pretty long read/listen if you go with the music, but could be more enjoyable. It is for me haha. There also seems to be some discrepency on the exact titles of the The Mars Volta tracks. So in case they're ACTUALLY from Cassandra Gemini, Copyright those songs The Mars Volta.
It was more nothing. Not literally, of course, it was more rubble. He walked toward the half shell of a two-storey house to see if he could find anything worth salvaging, or better yet, a person. He hadn't seen a living thing in months now. No birds chirping, no dogs barking. He didn't even hear cockroaches or bugs moving when he would lie down to sleep at night. Only the wind and even that was dying down this time of year. Dusk was approaching as he stepped up the broken steps to a broken door into a broken home.
Wasn't much to do but to look around. His worn shoes tred softly on the gravel as he picked through a shattered cupboard, retrieving some canned food. Enough for a week. He slung the duffle bag off his shoulder, the Lowe name tag flapping a bit as it held on by only a few stitches. He shoved some down below his dirty clothes and continued looking around the once-suburban-house. As he eyed the strained staircase up to the second level he hesitated before gingerly trying the first stair. Seemed sturdy enough. He climbed the rest of the stairs and let out a tired sigh as he reached the top. He passed the singed landscape print that hung crooked on one of the walls before going into the first room he came across.
He stopped dead in his tracks, confused.
The room seemed untouched from the rest of the destruction he had witnessed the last year. Pictures were tacked to the wall. Friends, sharing moments of joy, amusement and laughter. It was surreal to him. He studied them, as if trying to force his memory to recall such things in his own life. Distant memories that has been pushed out of thought to allow him to survive. He raised a hand and lightly brushed a photo, the glossy glide cold to the touch. He looked down to a shelf with stuffed animals, video games, knick-knacks, odds and ends and...
A cell phone
He quickly snatched it up and turned it over in his hand trying to find the power switch and pushed it. Then held it down. Nothing. Of course it's dead. It probably ran out of juice months ago. He quickly sat down on the floor leaning against a bed that still had the sheets tightly pulled against it, and looked the phone over for a plug. Mini-USB, nice, he thought as he put the phone down and shoved a hand roughly into his bag and dug around until he found his cable collection and yanked it out. Finding the right one he plugged it in and pulled out his hand crank and worked it hard. There was no way in hell he'd use his own juice for this. He put the crank between his legs and cranked away while flipping the phone around in his hand. He wondered what it might contain. Names? Adresses? Pictures? Video? Who cares as long as it had something, anything on it.
He looked around the rooom again and wondered who had once owned the phone, maybe they were still alive. Was it a guy, a girl? Did it matter? Were they with friends where they were now? Were they alone...? Did they feel love? Loss? Nothing at all? Perhaps speculation wasn't a good idea... maybe those are just my thoughts, Lowe thought as his thoughts turned inward trying to keep at bay his demons. He decided to focus on the feel of his arm muscles straining instead. Still, there was something he hadn't felt in a while. Anticipation, hope.
He bit his lip and cranked a few more times before letting go of the crank and quickly pushing the power button again. This time there was a reaction as the mobile came to life and displayed a Sony Ericsson logo before finally displaying a background image of a young man and woman posing together whilst each had an arm around the other. He couldn't help but smirk at the typical background. Typical? Atypical now. Familiar in another life. He slid a finger across the bottom of the screen to unlock the phone and was glad there was no password. He hit menu and scrolled with a flick of his finger, quickly scanning words from the past. His eyes widened as they caught a word which he quickly stabbed. Media. lowe didn't even bother looking at a list his finger moved on it's own as he quickly pressed play. A white flower on a black background popped up on the display and music started to play:
Salty leave, salty leave
tell me the one about the friend you knew,
and the last good night that we toasted too...
salty leave,
stay for me, stay for me
we drank wine in the matinee
and the spotlight showed what i chased away
stay for me
she saw my comb over, her hourglass body
she had problems with drinking Milk
and being school tardy
she'll loan you her toothbrush
she'll bartend you party
A tear rolled down his expressionless face, something hit him deep in his gut, as the soft guitar strummed in the background. He couldn't quite put his finger on it until the vocalist- that was it! It was another voice! Not his own, but someone elses.
kill me, kill me
i called and i called, but i cant get through
said he's on his own, but his own is you
kill me
she saw my comb over, her hourglass body
she had problems with drinking milk
and being school tardy
she'll loan you her toothbrush
she'll bartend you party
she saw my comb over, her hourglass body
she had problems with drinking milk
and being school tardy
she'll loan you her toothbrush
she'll bartend you party...
He stared at the photos on the wall and just listened as another song played, he broke his own rule and remembered the past. First in flashes and then full memories...
Running with the street lights
Laughing at the grave
He swears he's gonna give it up
It's never gonna be enough
I just wanna be there
When your all alone
Thinking bout a better day
When ya had it in ya bones
This could be The End
This could be The End
This could be The End
This could be The End
I see you in the evening
Sitting on your throne
And praying with the fireball,
And posted it up against the wall
I just wanna hold you
Take you by your hand
And tell you that your good enough
Tell ya that it's gonna be tough
This could be The End
This could be The End
This could be The End
This could be The End
Cos I aint got a home
Lowe narrowed his eyes slightly. This couldn't be The End. He was still here after all.
Running from the street lights
Shinning on the grave
Once you've had the good stuff
Never gonna fill you up
I wanna be the one who
Gives em all the world
And gives em all a feel of it
Just a little taste of it
This could be The End
This could be The End
This could be The End
This could be The End
Cos I aint got a home
I'm out here all alone
No I aint got a home
Out here all alone
Said I aint got a home
Out here all alone
No I aint got a home
I'll forever roam
I aint got a home...
Well, that was true at least. But that was also the reason it couldn't possibly be The End. Ever. He would be damned if he was going to just give up now. Horns blowing through the tiny tinny speakers jolted him back from the thought, and he started to look through the phone. As the menu slid by he stabbed another option. Messaging. Conversation. He paused and considered where to start. Last message sent, or First message? He glanced up at the summary and caught the last outbound communique:
"not tht u care. i got drafted. theyre coming 4 me in 10min. i hope i forget u. -L"
One message unread. His finger hesitated over the read button as he heard wind, and something almost ghost-like. He looked around the little sanctuary from the post-war until he realized, it was only the music still playing. He decided to delay reading the missed message and closed his eyes to listen to the music. The man hadn't realized just how much he had missed music until now. His enthusiasm shifted from the discovery of another person's life to the beautiful, haunting, and destructive music...
I’ve always wanted To eat glass with you again But I never knew how How to talk without Walls dropping on the eve The nest they made couldn’t break you Along the fallen Scowled a fence of beaks But the temple is scathing Through your veins They were scaling Through an ice pick of abscess reckoning And when Miranda sang Everyone turned away Used to the noose they obey And whoever said that they would scatter Separating the mother from child She can bat a broken eyelid Raining maggots from it’s sty And with the traces that she leaves She will skin you out alive All the children go grinding their jaws The sweet smell of their toothless canals And the damn she will break, Make an ocean from this lake As they siphon off all our blood And when Miranda sang Everyone turned away Used to the noose they obey And when Miranda sang Everyone turned away Used to the noose they obey And when Miranda sang Everyone turned away Used to the noose they obey...
I think I've become one of the others
I think I've become one of the others
I think I've become one of the others
There was a frail syrup dripping off His lap danced lapel, punctuated by her Decrepit prowl she washed down the hatching Gizzard soft as a mane of needles His orifice icicles hemorrhaged By combing her torso to a pile Perspired the trophy shelves made room for his collapse She was a mink hand job in sarcophagus heels Bring me to my knees Read the sharpened lines All my arms, Bled me blind Faucet leaks in shadows Spilling from morgue lancet Caressed your fontanelle I've sworn to kill every last one Every last one Panic in the shakes of the wounded Panic in the worms Onto the floor And out of your mouth Out of your eyelids No there's no light, in the darkest Of your furthest reaches No there's no light, in the darkest Of your furthest reaches All your dreams, splintered off Leech by leech on this catafalque Anyone will tell you, yes anyone Chance had me setting a trip wire alarm Your mother flirted with disease When she skinned that costume by it's navel strings Panic in the shakes of the wounded Panic in the worms, onto the floor And out of your mouth And out of your eyelids No there's no light, in the darkest Of your furthest reaches No there's no light, in the darkest Of your furthest reaches No there's no light, in the darkest Of your furthest reaches Shock lest shackles free you Volt face cons abandon you again I won't feel not this time Shock lest shackles free you Volt face cons abandon you again I won't feel not this time Brick by brick, the night eclipsed Pricked by cuticle thorns Dried the sleep on nursery slits Into this life I'm born Heaven's just a scab away I'd like to see you after just one taste Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight Not forever more, Let them see it has begun The others I've become If you should see the dice, Charmed with it's snaked choked eyes You'll wear the widows weeds Because they're just your size Behind the snail secretion, Leaves a dry heave that absorbs A limbless procreation, Let the infant crawled deformed A bag replaced the breath of these suffocating sheets And now when the craving calls I'll scratch my itchy teeth sing it now Come on and sing it Come on and sing it now Come on and sing it now Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight, Not forever more Sink your teeth into the flesh of midnight, Not forever more She fell for the whispers, Sister flooded deaf tears That night tore a river, In her baron womb mirror And his multiple sons with their mandible tongues Set crucified fires to petrified homes Let it burn I wanna let it burn And the owls they were watching And the owls didn't care Then the owls came a knocking, Placenta in their stares They will feed on all the carnage, Leftover from the flood And in the corner of their eyes, Fled sister L' Via Sister L' Via Now the pieces went floating, Reflecting all at dusk Conceived from the stabbing, was Vismund Cygnus...
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight...
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight...
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight...
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight...
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight...
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight...
Twenty five wives in the lake tonight Raw bark in the water of the marble shrine Twenty five snakes pour out your eyes Yeah the icepicks cumming on the marble shrine Twenty five wives in the lake tonight Raw bark in the water of the marble shrine Twenty five snakes pour out your eyes Yeah the icepicks cumming cumming tonight Twenty five wives in the lake tonight Raw bark in the water of the marble shrine Twenty five snakes pour out your eyes Yeah the icepicks cumming on the marble shrine Twenty five wives in the lake tonight Raw bark in the water of the marble shrine Twenty five snakes pour out your eyes Twenty five snakes are drowning drowning drowning...
He opened his eyes and tapped the phone to see the missed reply.
"Dont forget me! We'll find each other. No mater what happens. We always do. B safe. -E"
Was that a plea? Dangled hope? What the hell kind of response was that? Plutonic friends for life? Fucking hurtful, thought Lowe, as he felt frustration rise up within him. Bull shit. With strained effort he pushed himself to his feet and disgustingly shoved the device into his pocket and shouldered his duffle before walking towards the door. He wanted the sky above his head again, fuck this piece of pre-war. He punched the wall on his way out sending pictures floating to the ground. He didn't look back, just kept walking. Down the straining stairs, through the front room and right out the front door and just kept walking. Music coming muffled from his pocket.
The ocean floor is hidden from your viewing lense a depth perception languished in the night all my life I've been sewing the wounds but the seeds sprout a lachrymal cloud...
The wind blew through the house and scattered the photos that escaped from their place on the wall in paradise, one gently coming to rest in the centre of the bed. A photo of two smiling people, unrecognized through feelings of betrayl and regret, with a messy "L + E Forever" scrawled on the bottom half in sharpie. In the background a duffle bag with a name tag completely attached read: Lowe.