Can you Feel my heart?

Diamonds aren't forever {Oliver}

4 days, no sleep.

3 hours until dawn.

2 weary brown eyes, heavy by the sandman's' hand but refusing to close.

1 tired soul, softly, slowly, breaking away crumbling to dust.

I folded my sketchbook closed and laid back into my mound of pillows. This house did not feel like home, and rather this room did not feel welcoming of me. It felt more like a cell. I reached over into the box next to my bed and retrieved my headphones. I held them in my hand for a moment and decided to toss them back. I needed this silence.

There were no thoughts inside my tired mind.

None of Hannah

None of my father's heavy hand

And certainly none of Austin

That boy, David. He was in my Algebra II class. And I do have to admit. He was heavenly. Airbrushed flawless and everything in between. But the way he looked at Austin. There was something deeper in his eyes. Something more exotic. Unbridled passion. Desire. An almost dangerous lust. And then they became clouded, like the ocean taking over a helpless swimmer. Dragging him down in the undercurrent, the white caps filling up his lungs. A sadness swallowing him.

But then again, maybe he deserved to drown.