You let melancholy pass you by, the way you let happiness pass you by, the way you watch fragments of days float in front of your eyes, a broken lens exposing distorted perspectives of your reflection walking through solid walls, going through the relentless mechanisms of existence.
Traces of time on your skin, an hour ago is a faint memory. It takes you exactly four minutes to get from your car to school in the morning, you choose to take the same seat everyday and you know what song will play when you stop at the next red light but it seems like you unlearn the names of things in your sleep, the back of your hand, light and the color black melt into a puddle, the familiar becomes unfamiliar like walking down the streets of a city that you’ve never been to.
“Would you care for a dance Lux?”
(I had to add another two cents to the darkiplier ball… He’s asking citycatslack ’s light for a dance… Btw halo perspective is broken x.x… Also I’ve decided to name my light Rein…)