Month: November 2012

Lots gone, lost in the past. He starts to fade without a warning. His black cape flies of from his shoulders slowly. A gust of wind blows on his long, silky, black hair. Wearing all black, he has gone back into the past. He is a child, again. He never thought he would never feel like this again. He takes a old manga he liked when he was young from a old bookcase, before the tornado swept through the house. The terror he remembers. Suddenly, he hears rumbling of a tornado. He knows he can’t save his family, but he can help them with some old friends. A clock burst. He fades again from the past and back in his lonely, black and gray, dark world. Wearing a black cape, black boots, and a old black robe, made of silk. He feels another breeze and he feels his pitch-black hair flow. He sits at the edge of a cliff, all alone. He hears a feminine laugh and a bark. He never heard it before. Not since the tornado. Not since when he hid himself from the outside world. The girl spots him all alone. She wants to see him and comfort him, in case he was lonely, which he was. After a while of talking and laughing, he started to feel better, and alive. Then he went to a old church that was deserted, but it was originally, his house. Which he used to live in before the tornado. The tornado was the one that killed his parents. Sad. He prayed for them quietly. He went to visit the girl but he got into a fight. And he never got to see the girl because he didn’t make it.

Sad story. I did this while listening Tornado, Superman Can’t Fly, and The Iron Box Of The Island. All of them are by Jay Chou, a Chinese singer. That’s where I got my inspiration from.

~ Gloria