❝ when you’re lost in the darkness…look for the light.❞ Tommy and Lucas adventure
the double - sided coin of hope, ever spinning. heads or tails ( ? ) he has learned to expect the worst : whether that makes him a cynic or a realist is yet to be known. the plummet is so gradual that it really feels like more of a slope, but once life’s enjoyment ceases — and seizes — the throes of that rut are a trench nigh impossible to dig one’s self out of. lucas wades the cusp of that rut, forlorn and forgotten, and forgetting himself in turn. ❛ i’m starting to think light is rationed out to the rich nowadays. ❜ humour so often masks the boy’s tells, douses the flames enough to get by. this time the attempt seeps like gasoline through his teeth, a desperate bleat that only betrays his lowest.
❛ i don’t remember the last time— ❜ his mind flits back to a hundred memories, happier days, voices of higher pitch, shrieks of laughter and muffled giggles, melt - in - the - mouth dinners to come home to, hugs that didn’t feel like a life ring long thrown out to sea. they are all distorted in his reminiscence, like stained glass long since faded, the pigments washed out, the edges cracked. ❛ the last time i was happy. really happy. ❜
❛ do you ? ❜