Post by Alex Scott Hurrt on Jul 1, 2007 5:23:25 GMT 10
Ligaments held into the chilled water as green glossy pools glanced upon a deep sapphire azure, as night was settling considerably quickly. My feet were bare, legs covered partially by white and black pin striped board shorts, shirtless chassis breathed slowly. Night swimming had always been a favored thing of mine, and considering the season was summer I could easily do it here at the docks. Although most came for water skis during the day, I came here at night to think and be alone, but on this particular evening I wouldn't of minded some companionship. Sense I had moved here four days ago, I hadn't seen a single soul that would willingly come and speak to me. Perhaps due to the fact they all thought I'd be some cocky asshole, but despite common belief I was noting but a gentleman trapped within an emo styled form. Hell, let people thing as they please, no?
A single finger wiped at the eyeliner upon my lower lid, knowing it would probably be there once I revived myself from the water due to it being waterproof. Aw, rich little emo boy buying make up. Quite odd, most considered me to be some queer but that wasn't in the least true. The sex with a girl was considerably and unquestionably better, but for some odd reason there was always a small attractive to guys. I was different, I wouldn't deny that, but just because of my bi sexual nature I shouldn't be pushed as some pathetic outcast, the town's loner. Cerebrum rattled with these thoughts, but I was simply guessing I had no friends sense I made no efforts to do such. They would have to fall upon me, I wouldn't dare go to someone first.
Vocals became audible as I slowly sand, and rather quietly as well, "Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same. Maybe you want her, maybe you need her, maybe you've started to compare to someone not there." I chuckle at myself for singing something from The Fray. It was constantly on the radio however and hard not to memorize, plus I wasn't picky about music in the least so I wouldn't change the station when it blared form my 2003 Mercedes SL500. Labrums curled deviously along my facade at the mere thought of my beloved car, then the pale crimson kissers curled back to a pallid outlook, peering upon a boat far into the distance lit by the full glimmering moon. Thoughts of drugs slowly flooded back, I was coming down of my precious heroin, the black tar I screamed to rid my life of, but couldn't. Shaking my cranial lightly I looked upon my feet, wavering back and forth within the liquid depths, waiting to swim but considering not, due to swimming was hardly any fun when you were alone..
A single finger wiped at the eyeliner upon my lower lid, knowing it would probably be there once I revived myself from the water due to it being waterproof. Aw, rich little emo boy buying make up. Quite odd, most considered me to be some queer but that wasn't in the least true. The sex with a girl was considerably and unquestionably better, but for some odd reason there was always a small attractive to guys. I was different, I wouldn't deny that, but just because of my bi sexual nature I shouldn't be pushed as some pathetic outcast, the town's loner. Cerebrum rattled with these thoughts, but I was simply guessing I had no friends sense I made no efforts to do such. They would have to fall upon me, I wouldn't dare go to someone first.
Vocals became audible as I slowly sand, and rather quietly as well, "Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same. Maybe you want her, maybe you need her, maybe you've started to compare to someone not there." I chuckle at myself for singing something from The Fray. It was constantly on the radio however and hard not to memorize, plus I wasn't picky about music in the least so I wouldn't change the station when it blared form my 2003 Mercedes SL500. Labrums curled deviously along my facade at the mere thought of my beloved car, then the pale crimson kissers curled back to a pallid outlook, peering upon a boat far into the distance lit by the full glimmering moon. Thoughts of drugs slowly flooded back, I was coming down of my precious heroin, the black tar I screamed to rid my life of, but couldn't. Shaking my cranial lightly I looked upon my feet, wavering back and forth within the liquid depths, waiting to swim but considering not, due to swimming was hardly any fun when you were alone..
