They gazed through each other's eyes. Trying to find the right words to describe the things inscribe within their soul.
Nothing...
Nothing could compare to the silent voice that flowed with the wind; mixing with the shades of rain covering their en...
The left enabled light to pass through. The right hindered to do so; filled by multitudinous photographs. Photographs from the old. Forever lost in time; trapped in complete stasis. All of which were facing outside as if it was exhibited in a outdoor gallery. These two faces of his glass sliding door resonated with his soul.To him it presented itself like a simple white canvas waiting to be filled. While the other showed him a portrait view covered in icy mist overlaying its entirety. Masking his sight of the distant world: dyed in black ink sprinkled with flickering lights across the panorama as the vague towering structures from afar vanished against the surging storm.
Opposing sides of the glass door's wooden frame clashed against one another. Weighing himself onto what was like thin ice over the winter lake. Sticking his foreheads onto the glass he tried to grasp whatever warmth of light outside he could muster. Only to be disappointed by how his head throbbed as if two nails were drilled on each temple. Yet when he connected with the glass with his fingertips it refused to let him go.
The gushing cloudburst, the howling wind, and the rattling downpour versus the metal railings of his balcony raped his ears. While the endless ticking magnified by his walls antagonized his sanity.Glancing over to the retched device; realizing only a minute has passed since he last consoled it.
He was offended by how far midnight was: roughly three hours until then.He could lay in bed although it could never lull him to sleep. It was a night when the ceiling would speak to him and the walls would mock him with all the words spelled in solitude: taunting him like the little devils they are. The urge to screech his nails on the glass will not suffice to satisfy his desire to overpower the blasting noises all around him.
So he bangs his head: careful enough not to injure himself of the translucent platform and dug deeper into the glass.All the contents of his one room space were faintly reflected on the glass. The absence of light only made a few of his belongings visibly noticeable. Nevertheless, the yellow gleam out his balcony was able to stimulate his vision. He proclaims to be a clean freak but no matter how much he cleans, the room would feel plainly clean yet filthy at the same time. No matter what he disposes and replaces it still feels suffocatingly cramped and empty at the same time.He breathed onto the surface; wrapping such with frost to unwrapped a new view in plain sight.
SOMEONE...
Someone's endearingly familiar face appeared before him. Mirroring his ways and locking eyes with him. His palms twitched upon recognizing who it was.He smiled sweetly and sighed onto the frosty mirror. He grabbed his marker from his pocket. Bitting on its cap prying it open and scribbled with his left...
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Out of nowhere...
A ray of lightning came crashing down. Numbing his sight. Followed by loud rumbling thunder. He was snatched back into reality after that. His whole body fell frozen. Returning to his previous gaze he searched high and low to find
