Rain Lullaby
I love the sound of the rain, makes me feel like the heaven is trying to fill up this emptiness.
most of the time it felt like its
shedding the tears that i dare not shed.
A song to lull my heart to the
numbing slumber that awareness cannot give.
The rain drops hitting the roof
sounded like an out of tune piano keys.
Trying to give rhythm to a long forgotten sonnet.
Her
She watches the raindrops falling in her hand as she tries to catch rainwater,oblivious of the people who take refuge out of the rain.
She knew it will rain today as she heard the forecast before coming out of her house. She did not bother to go back and take an umbrella with her, she has never been the one to do so. She loves the rain, somehow feeling connected to it. The cold that embraces her and the darkness as it came slowly blurrying the clear skies.Infatuated with the gloominess that it incorporates to the emotion of the people who is detached to the current reality of world . Attracted to the humid atmosphere that caress her spiritual sense.
She made her way to the busy street, to the building where the lights are blinking non stop at this time of the night. It is ironic that people who wants to relax would come to this part of town where it’s the most busiest. This is her nightly routine. Although she is a regular visitor of this condemned place she is nowhere near what the people peeceived of her. She now stood in front of a dressing room full of girls clad mostly of cheap underwear, chest trussed up by their own undergarment. She let out a sigh before turning the knob to open the door. Someone greeted her which she only answered with a nod. Its not that she’s standoffish to these girls. She knows all of then and it is in her persona to act nonchalantly. She has always been like that and the gang is used to it. They call her the ice virgin. She slowly walk to her dressing table where all cosmetics are. She started to paint her face with color she usually favors. She watched her face transform from a blank canvas to that cold city girl giving her an aura of sophisticated elegance despite the low class surrounding. After a bit of finishing touches. She took of her her oversize red hoodie. She wearing casual clothes underneath, a plain black round neck shirt partnered with black ripped skinny jeans. She’s wearing a flat gladiator sandals. She’s comfortable wearing these type of outfit but every night she has to borrow from the girls one of their most decent dress. This time she will be wearing a tight fitting black knitted dress that shows of her shoulder. She adds a green bead choker to complete the get up. She tied her auburn hair with a simple hair tie creating a messy look that made her look alluring yet noble.
Although she is not within the standard of beauty in this foreign country,one cannot say that she’s ugly. She is very beautiful in her own right.A unique kind of beauty that you can only appreciate if you stare at her too long. Customers that are locals would not give her a double take but there are rare times that she’ll get unwanted attention from one of the customer on their drunken state.
She doesn’t want to deal with those tonight. She already has a lot on her plate. After one last look on the mirror she walked out of the room and headed to the area where the band usually hang out to see if they are ready for their first set. Yes people,she is a singer on a night club.
Him
He wanted to drown the emptiness with the sound of clinking bottles of beverage and slurring words of men and women giving intoxicated speech of some random subjects that jumbled up his mind. His eyes roams around the whole room,squinting every now and then when someone or something fascinates his mind.
In his state of consciousness he keeps a conversation with himself,not that he’cuckoo instead people who really knows him says he possess a metaphysical mind that ponders on axiology of existence and contradicts the concept of fate.
A stoic. He believes that one of the worlds many realities lies in art and music because of its abstractness and paradoxical representation.
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Dimorphism (edited)
FanfictionThis is my first attempt to write,i had to transfer it to this one because there is an error on the first one that i have publish. credits to the oner of the art work above for the cover. plagiarism is a crime punishable by law. you have been warn...
