NekoNewee

Semblances of Coherence, An Exaggerated Dream of Mine   The pale fluorescent light shone across the white paper I had been blankly staring into for the past five minutes. Somewhere behind my brain a switch was turned on; the panic switch. All the thoughts inside my brain were disjointed words and phrases I just can't organize. I started grinding my teeth, desperate to write something out, answer the simple question that had been laid out for me. I started to write. The thoughts in my head were still jumbled, but I had to do my best. As long as they had some semblance of coherence, I'll be fine. I wrote, crossed out words, and then wrote som

♪Burnin on, just like the match you strike to incinerate...♪ Carlo just stares at the night sky, twinkling stars embedded in the black-blue horizon. He feels the warm night wind gently brush his face. The calm scene only contrasts with the loud music he's listening to. He wonders if Lily is staring at the same stars on her plane to Sydney. He hangs his head and stares at the ground, feeling the wind blow through his bangs. He sighs. Someone taps his shoulder. He reluctantly turns his gaze away from the ground and looks behind him to see Vincent standing over him, a sad, sympathetic albeit cautious look on his face. Carlo plucks