WHAT HAPPENS
TO THE WHISPERS
WE FORGET
TO VOICE?
.
"i have a friend
who is not far
from here,
he could let us rest
for
the
night."
zayn says
as the sun
dips into the distant
mountains.
i miss the woods
that liam
and i
were trapped in
the day before.
it
was
so
beautiful.
i was never
a city boy.
never liked metal
or big buildings
or
briefcases.
never liked the
cell phones
or the
tailored suits.
always liked
the
outdoors
and the smell
or earth
and bare
feet
and tanned skin.
always belonged in
the woods.
maybe i was
destined to live like this.
wanderlust guiding my heart.
or maybe
that is why
my mother
called
me
an
ugly
animal.
"okay."
YOU ARE READING
HURRICANE
Fanfiction[ larry; completed ] he was just a hurricane of self destruction, troubled by the ghosts of his past, devoid of the color that he once possessed. yet he lives on, walking with the universe on his shoulders...
