Lucas sighs, he balances the pencil between his index finger and thumb of his left hand, and begins to tap it erratically on the cold concrete floor the pencil hitting from one side to the other, until he started to hear a beat, intrigued by it, he introduced a quiet slap bouncing of the floor lingering for a few seconds at a time. After a few minutes of nodding his head, lost in reverie with the beat the only thing he found conscious, he started to whisper, barely audible but distinct,
"( Rap goes here)" his mind wandered off through the dark empty streets, crowded with pain and regret, but gratitude and hope, from the tattered streetlight still glimmered despite how many times it had been broken, the light flickered but never completely switched off. " (rap goes here)"
Words just started to spill unconsciously matching the beat, memories poured out flooding his mind like an ocean, with each word he spoke, gentle waves quickly followed but violent waves that conquered them quickly roaring loudly as it crashed against the rocks barrier he had set up sitting among the shore.
He stops abruptly, he tries to continue but the words have stopped flowing he struggles to reach for words to spin into his rap, frustrated he kicks the wall. The loud thump reverberates from wall to wall, he winces and listens his heartbeat seems to get louder as he sits motionless on the cold floor. After a few minutes he cautiously stretches his legs and wipes his sweaty palms on his shorts, he sighs and breathes in, realizing he had been holding his breath. He curls up on the floor pulling the hoodie over his legs, although shivering, he starts to doze off.