The the soft jangle of her keys was the only sound as she took them off of the hook next to the front door.
Which was to be expected since it was the middle of the night.
There was nobody in the house other than her, nobody to wake up, but it didn’t feel right to be loud leaving the silent.
She had nobody to leave, and nobody to go to. She’d long since made sure of that.
Not that it was her own fault. She couldn’t help it. There was just no longer anybody to sneak out with her in the middle of the night.
Why was she doing this again?
Just to take a nice drive. A simple drive, in the middle of the night. When the city was silent and nobody else was around. When the street lights were on but there was nobody beneath them. When the cars were but ants left sitting still in their driveways and on curbs. When the birds stopped their incessant chattering. When it was as though all of them had all vanished, and she was the only person left in the world,
and she wouldn’t have been bothered by it.
via Daily Prompt: Jangle
Melody and drums and bass and guitar, and techno sounds and all that makes you a masterpiece. The harmony that makes sense, the riff that’s random but perfect. The combinations that are one in a million, the voices that meld and mix. The notes that aren’t notes and need to be.
The lyrics that make one feel, that bring happiness when you want to be cheered up and bring sadness when you need to cry.
Music: you are perfect, and I will always need you.
Stickers on walls
and dancing in the halls;
the swing swaying the wind.
The walnut tree that’s good for climbing
and the ever so delicious dining;
the garden path waiting to be ran upon.
The trampoline that’s never used
and the sky all shades of blues;
the carpets on old parquet wooden floors.
The crumbling facade and the rose arch;
the hope that I’ll never have to leave.
So few symbols. And somehow I try to make some meaning out of them.
Endless combinations. So many words. And yet it will never be enough.
Some things are just indescribable.
One should know better than to meddle in issues over which they should have no say and have no stake in other than that they want to feel important.
via Daily Prompt: Meddle
Not really sure what this is about; I just wanted to write something. so yeah.
After all that had happened, she was relieved to be home.
It had been a long day. A test, a quiz, and even more… non-school related of course. Except she didn’t really care to think about that part. What had happened in relation to her one and only friend in the place that was school.
But oh well; she had done it once without anyone to help her, she could and would have to do it again.
via Daily Prompt: Relieved
I used to have questions about anything. I looked at the world, and I just wanted to know how it all worked. Its wonders never ended.
Now, I probably don’t care enough to question every single little thing around me, because I was unfortunate enough to get to know the more harsh realities of this world. I learned that everything has nuance, and there is no straightforward answer to anything. There is no single reason why a person acts the way they do,
so it does no good to question it.
She wanted nothing more than to be able to turn back the clock; she wondered when she had earned the right to deserve this.
Wondered why it had to end.
Despite what she said, she would miss it. She would always.
In the end she didn’t want to forget a single moment of it.
She wanted to stay in this time forever, but… she knew that despite what she wanted time would move on without her and if she didn’t catch up she would be left behind in the dust.
The wound on my heart is tender; I am happy for what I have accomplished, but I am sad for what I am about to leave behind.
via Daily Prompt: Tender
Do you ever think about what your story will be?
Will it be important?
Will it be remembered?
Will anything you ever do make any impact?
One can only hope.
“Legacy. What is a legacy?
It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see
I wrote some notes at the beginning of a song someone will sing for me”
~Some beautiful words from The World Was Wide Enough, from Hamilton, by Lin-Manuel Miranda (of course, who else)