Zombie Apocalypse Playlist Drabbles

Overall Theme - The (Shipped) Gold Standard (Fall Out Boy)

Once upon a time, I used to hate the things they taught us at school. Nothing made sense, and nothing I did was right. We weren't even going to use math in the real world, anyways. But fast forward to the present and you'll see hurting kids with aching hands wishing they never grew up so fast, wanting nothing better than to be sitting down in a dull classroom where their most pressing problem was the expression that lay before them. Ah, how tragedy just brings out the gratefulness in us all. Ah, how we wish now that the problems then would haunt us until the end.

And once upon a never, I've visited lakes and seas and oceans. I want to see the ocean, I want to feel its waters and feel the soles of my feet sink into the sand of its coasts. I want the sun to shine down on me and press down on me and burn my skin with its comforting gold as the water hisses and flows and soothes around me. I've always heard how beaches were one of the most wonderful things in the world. A few days ago, my dream was fulfilled. I visited the sea and I saw the ocean. I tasted the salt and felt the sand, but there was no sun. I've heard that there were more stars than the grains of sand held by all the beaches in the world, but in my shadowed eyes and the soles of my feet I knew and felt that if the sun was truly a star then there was just one too few. There was cold, biting cold, made apparent by the way the waves snapped at my feet. The ocean was endless, and so were they. The salt that ran down my cheeks were not of the seas.

But we can only blame our problems on this world for so long, until it all becomes the same old song. We aren't looking close enough, we aren't looking wide enough and it all boils down to the dull ache of never being able to say the three words with as much vigour and meaning ever again, with as much contentment and happiness ever again, with as much smiles and without so much as a scathing glare from an all-too serious third party ever again. Nothing will turn the clock, neither will anything be able to make it stop.