#writingsonablankpage

[weirdhunterangel]

Thinking is her need. It’s the whirlpool that she created on her own, it sucks her down before it drowns her. I don’t know if she enjoyed the ride. I don’t know if she survived.

[weirdhunterangel]

Two beats. Stardust and Symphonies.

And when he listens to his heartbeat, he can hear the loudest silence that draws him in like a silent lullaby.

He doesn’t know anymore.

Two thoughts. Mindless and Chaotic.

And when she listens to the sound of her heartbeat, she can hear the faintest rhythm that draws her in, I am, I am, I am, she never hears the rest.

Like a tape recorder stuck in an endless loop