#14

All of the noise. The noise didn't stop, he pleaded for it to stop within the confines of his mind, it was just unbearable. All he wanted was for a moment of silence, to just echo through his head, and the head of a couple of others. It was like looking after a child, a gigantic child, so he learnt that the child could only be accessed in small portions, small doses, just to let his mind rest... and their minds rest.

#13

Underneath the tight exterior, the fabric breaks from the inside. The small tears are starting to show to widen up the rip. It's pathetic. It's shallow. It's sad. As he sits and writes, a subtle sadness induces itself onto him and strings him around and around. Let's watch as this all burns from the inside out. Let's watch as this all crumbles to pieces... A sad reality ahead...

#12

Four fucking four fucking four fucking four fucking four. Number four in six. Four in fucking six. Four... In... Fucking... Six. Good job.

#11

Watching the weather dictate moods as it swayed and swayed. The continuous glare from the windows gave a sense of light and dark as to how he felt. People walking to and fro, as the place slowly became empty and became filled with the silence of the atmosphere.

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The slow image of it pouring down still is ingrained into his head while the choirs of noise reeked through the ears. The sun sat half way with the earth as he turned the key