may 17th 2017; 11:05
i t s
a
d e p r e s s i n g
d a y
blue
grey
black
that makes sense
not the vibrant colours
that were bouncing around the room
unnecessary
its just unnecessary
nothing more
nothing
less
the unkempt girl sitting in the dim corner of the room
tears threatening to spill
down her stern face
salty tears
roll
and a downpour of rain
begins
its
a
depressing
day
a croaking voice
a private tale ringing through the room
leaving the mans lips
soft mumbled sobs heard nearby
an air of melancholy surrounds the miserable faces
the quiet
in between the
words
is deafening
ｉｔｓ ａ ｄｅｐｒｅｓｓｉｎｇ
ｄａｙ
the projector on the ceiling shows pixels that form a grainy image on the white wall
playing a film that was all forgotten
triggering shaking hearts
glistening eyes
silent cries
that lay hidden in the dim room
but when they stand there
rain pouring outside the large open windows
unfocused on the volleyball being passed over the net
humming a familiar tune
lips shut together
trying to distract the pain in their stomach
that suddenly hits
spreading in the area
slightly heals the pain
the same way
the girl in the corner
starts to
slowly
get better
and its strange
because they feel a slight feeling of
inspiration?
a weird kind
that they've never felt before
and its
nice
and the joyful expressions
excited calls
don't match the gloomy walls
soaked in
d e p r e s s i o n
a/n
sry for the shitty chapter aha
but i rlly wanted to write this (=ﾟωﾟ)
i've been working on the last chapter of colour for a while so
when it comes out i hope you like it!!
YOU ARE READING
little things;
Поэзияi feel the salty waves come in; i feel them crash against my skin copyright © 2017
