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-"Memory of the past"-
It was a late night
In one of the old schools classroom there was a small flickering light in the darkness, it only showed weakly trough the old windows that had started to collect dust.
He had washed of all the makeup that he usually hid his face behind in public, dressed in the most simple of cloths because they were comfortable and just not for the looks of them.
He even washed away the nail polish he usually had on, washed his hair from the hairspray and wax, put his sandals on and left his house to sit here.
The school was abandoned since a few years back now so he had sneaked in trough a door that had rusted at some parts and the old lock hadn´t helped much.
"The sound of a guitarr, a rather soft melody was played trough the old halls"
He had dropped his bag to the floor and light the wax candle with one of the many matches, he walked around and simply remembered the time of hundreds of hours that he had spent within these walls, good and sometimes bad.
It was about then he found the old music room where he found another abandoned item he remembered all to well.
"the teachers guitarr stod against the wall, gentle brown and curvy like a womans body, no doupt it could still muster to sing like one as well with some proper care... but it could also hurt if one wouldn´t be aware"
There it was, the teacher old guitarr that had been left behind. he had always felt a sertain bound to the instrument now standing alone but still proud. he brushed his fingers over the soft surface, dusting it of, he picked it up and put the candle onto the brown writers desk where the teacher once had been, making sure it wouldn´t fall.
A moment of silent touches passed by, he puts a smoke to his lips and take a drag. Relaxing... its the only reason to why he does it, never done it in public where others could have seen since he left the school behind.
He moves his hands over its strings, it almost sings on its own in his hands, he just show it what notes to take.
"In the night, the oh so cold dark night"
A almost ghost like humming to the music that have never been heard now echos trough the empty halls. Outside the rain slowly starts to fall.
"Perhaps its just a memory of the past"
Ni behöver inte rätta mej eller så för stavningar och missar jag gjort, om du inte har några snälla ord, säg inget alls.
Detta var något som jag skrev för det påminner mej väldigt mycket om en pojke som varit och fortfarande är mycket speciel för mej
Det är nästan skrämande hur en bild jag hittade på DA påminner mej om ett ögonblick, nästan en dröm, en bit av en backgrund till denna pojken.
Hur lik den skulle kunna vara, att det kunde vara han rent utav.
Sköt om dej/er <3
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Anonymous
Tue 20 Mar 2012 05:00
kurt kobain
PartOfHeaven
Wed 21 Mar 2012 00:28
wow tack antar jag, men min story har inget med honom att göra *skrattar lite*
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