Oneirataxia~ Joshler

"why are you here singing in the trees?" a familiar voice sung.

joshua. i brushed my cheek. my fingertips were wet with salty tears and crimson blood. i softly sung back, a fake, forced smile laced in my voice, "something's happened in my imagination"

momentarily, his face clouded with pure concise concern when he saw me but he continue to force a smile for my sake, hoping that it would be infectious. he saw my beaten up face. his voice and step faltered, fearful of the answer he quietly sung "is the situation dire?" his coffee eyes shun in the moonlight.

in an inaudible weak voice, i deadpanned- no longer singing "more than ever before"

sometimes quiet is violent.