Painted Silence
Entered in project alice.'s It's In The Body Language Contest.
It feels like thirty-seven years, and I am nothing but a bank. If we could build our credit score, “incredible,” they’ll surely say. But I can credit only one to focus all the fame, it has the first, and last, even the middle of my very name. I am the greatest man that never lived, and now I never sleep. I never lost a fight, but never knew I started one the same. I never knew how capable I would become. I’m tired of talking to a wall when I could talk to someone else. It’s got seven days without a word, and you’re with someone somewhere else.
warning: domestic abuse, alcoholism
It feels like thirty-seven years, and I am nothing but a bank. If we could build our credit score, “incredible,” they’ll surely say. But I can credit only one to focus all the fame, it has the first, and last, even the middle of my very name. I am the greatest man that never lived, and now I never sleep. I never lost a fight, but never knew I started one the same. I never knew how capable I would become. I’m tired of talking to a wall when I could talk to someone else. It’s got seven days without a word, and you’re with someone somewhere else.
warning: domestic abuse, alcoholism