If I could recall the conclusion seconds before my alarm clock blared in annoyance to my deficiency to turn it off, I would write them down.
But my miss of motivation only engulfed my form into a ball of unstable human being; where I lay in silence.
My lousy existence merely delayed getting out of bed, hoping to possibly log-roll off the earth.
Instead I stumble to my feet, dragging myself into the dimly lit washroom.
"Phil~!" Disappointment spikes my mother's usually gentle voice calling up the stairs.
"I'll be down in a minute!" Before taking even a moment to spare I ruffle my hair, and skip down the stairs to the kitchen.
"I'm going to work, breakfast is in the oven." My mum's lips turned up into a grin, clutching her keys from the countertop. "Bye, Phillip~"
"Bye, mum~"
The front door was shut with a click of the hinges, followed by weak footsteps outside.
Muteness clung to the air, causing it to be almost hard to breathe at the quiet so quiet, it made noise.
My unsteady breathing occupied my ears, the continuous tap regaining the prominent sound.
I contemplated my two options: remain inside and maybe finish writing that song I began a few weeks ago, or take a healthy walk.
It was only six thirty AM.
Nah, I'd better stay inside. Confined to a four wall room, carpet littered in paper airplanes and pages written on.
Time skip: four hours
It's ten thirty AM.
Fingers dug into loose-leaf, crumpling the delicate lined-paper; as I tossed the ball of discarded words and phrases.
I ticked a string on my guitar; the strum echoing in my, mostly, empty bedroom.
Minutes passed, simply yawning in exhaustion, before my hands worked the strings; a sweet melodic tune emitting from it.
A few more strums.
Gasping a sharp intake of breath, I began to sing.
"A smile on your lips,
White teeth showing;
Obsidian on your fingertips
Blue eyes shining."
Deep breath.
"Snow resting on your eyelashes
Pink dusting your cheeks.
Silver breaths like ashes
Clouding over lips so unique."
Pause. Strumming.
"Chocolate hair tucked in the scarf
Round nose twitching softly,
Tongue poking from your teeth;
Brunette locks shaded frosty."
More magic of the strings. End.
I stutter to muster my deficiency of oxygen, closing my eyes for a brief second.
If only I had a chorus.
A/N: Hey, guys! I started a new story. Yes, I know, I haven't updated "Confronting Phan" in AGES, but I will when my muse for it returns. My stories have sass, you know? Their own personality basically.
Anywho, I'll see you guys in the next update....which will probably be today. XDD within these next couple hours possibly.
I'll talk to you laterrrrrr, byyyeeeee!!
AND HAPPY NEW YEAR EVEN THOUGH I STILL HAVE LESS THAN FIVE HOURS TO GO!! <33
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Sleepless Nights and Choruses
FanfictionPhil Lester in an insomniac, but also suffering with depression and anxiety. His extremely introverted behaviour causes him to stay indoors most of the time, excluding going to school. He's got his head in the clouds, and can't come down. Star ga...
