hey, i haven't updated this in a while but here's a short story i wrote.
a boy sits in his bedroom wishing the days away.
one song always plays softly in the background of his room which always smells of pine and lavender.
once, there was another boy who sat in the room.
the two boys used to spend their days together in the pastel blue room.
they laughed and cried in the room.
they made love to each other and gave a part of themselves to each other in the room.
until it came to a screeching holt.
what they shared with each other was doused in gasoline then lit up with flames.
both of them became broken people who had broken up with each other.
now one of the boys sits alone in the room listening to the repeating song.
"ever since the rain i've been waking on my own
left an empty space in a home we built to grow
watching waves at night i fell into the blue
i guess i lost the light, now i've given all my love to you"
