Post by shax on Jun 16, 2013 23:01:54 GMT -8
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background-color:#282828] 000 words Traveling endlessly. The ones we trusted the most Pushed us far away. And there's no one road And we should not be the same. But I'm just a ghost And still they echo me. They echo me in circles. | [atrb=style, width:250px;][atrb=valign, top] we are just misguided ghosts To say that the young guy was tired tonight would be a major understatement; he had had a long day at work delivering packages and he hadn’t slept well the previous night. Hell, he felt like sleepwalking his way home right this moment. But the uncomfortable temperature surrounding him kept him alert as he walked through the shabbier streets of the city. And although most people would call this hot night “warm,” Shax would definitely not be one of them. He was much too used to colder conditions from what he could recollect; the Los Angeles weather was far too annoying to him if his thin clothing was anything to go by. Mismatched eyes gazed upon the clear sky with slight contentment as he spotted the ever brilliant moon overhead untouched by any cloud; hell, he wished he had a camera or his sketchbook right now. But no mere photo could result in the same beauty as he was witnessing now. There was something about the night sky tonight that was utterly captivating to him and made him smile ever-so slightly. Sure, it wasn’t at all the very first time that he had ever seen the sky at night before, but there was just something unique about the Los Angeles skyline. Completely enveloped in the radiance of tonight’s sky, Shax hardly realized where his feet were taking him. Though, it wasn’t hard to realize where he was once he felt sand enter his black boots and he heard subtle crashing of the waves upon the beach. Reluctantly drawing his vision away from the full satellite above, his eyes fell upon the dark water and the pale sand underneath his feet. With his eyes never leaving the lurid water before him, the dark-haired male slowly recalled the last few times he ever visited the beach. The very last time had been with his adoptive mother. And the time before that was when he had been with “friends” at the orphanage to watch an “air show” before he was adopted. And from faint memories, he recalled going to the beach to meet up with some questionable people just for some fun. A small frown washed over his face as his mind seemed to wander to his adoptive father. He didn’t have much to do with him now that he was older, and he didn’t do much for him when he was younger other than provide some basic needs now that he thought about it. His adoptive mother had been different from that man; she actually showed genuine concern for him and gave him unconditional love. She did her best to help him out in whatever way she could and always supported him; it was all he could ever ask for. And he was utterly content because he felt like he belong and he didn’t need to pretend to be anyone he wasn’t. Jumping out of his reverie, he let out a light sigh as he walked along the quiet beach and took in the cool ocean breeze. He was sure to catch a cold in the morning being damp when it was cool out, but he didn’t care right now. In all honesty, who would care about the next day or the day after that right now? It felt relaxing to be all alone on the beach at night with the stars and moon overhead, the waves quietly breaking upon the comforting sand. DATE: May 2nd TIME: 11 p.m. WEATHER: Clear skies |