@felixamicos
It had been a while now since things has started to look up for once in this bendyhell of a studio, and... in Hope’s own life. Shed moved back o where the studio was located, and had gotten a call from some people in the area wanting a final concert. Naturally the girl had accepted and had used the lowkey traumatizing adventure she’d had as a writing point.
🎼 I'm descending into the wooden castle. A place that was once called a home... Descending into the floods, A veil of inky black Where memories are drowning all alone No more rest for those lost souls Descending all on my own 🎶
Though, maybe it wasn’t the best Idea.
🎼 I’m ascending, back to the world Rebuilding my once called home Ascending into the future, Where I’m no longer alone Resting now is my lost soul Ascending, I’m finally home Ascending, I’m finally home 🎶
Even for a practice run she was giving it her all, having to bite her pip and wipe at her eyes afterwards. Gosh, Sammy was probably proud of her for perusing her passions, but songs like this- it was hard. She was... just so happy she thought she was going to cry.
“Maybe I should try writing something else if I can’t get a hold of myself for this...”
