whalien 52
in the middle of the vast ocean of people, a man named river sang gracefully soft in a lonely tone that'll make everyone listening to him will be delighted to sleep
but if he stops, they will wake up and leave.
he doesn't care about them as long as there's something remained by his sideㅡ
loneliness.
loneliness that turn into something visible to the naked eye of every man.
those words that people threw, quickly built up walls that vanished his guards.
those walls confined him, his breathes are blocked, his perfectly tanned skin turned pale.
"lonely, lonely, lonely whale" he sings, portraying of him as a whale who's completely different from othersㅡ
an alien.
he sang because he is hoping that someone will hear him so he could be saved from drowning.
although, he already knows that there's no one listening, he still thinks that someday and somehow, someone will receive his signal.
that even the blind whales will see him, that these blind whales will hear him voiceless no moreㅡ
and today, he sings once again.
(whalien 52 based hahaha)
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Okay this one is not my work, but my friend's
(c) Carlo Natividad
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Short Storyi wrote these stories last year and been sitting on my phone hahahaha