A CAPELLA
hee hee. inspiration! Sweet sweet days!
Ichigo's POV
Without the music, we'll sing. Just repeating broken words, without the music. It goes around and around, aimless.
We're not very good singers, and our songs have little meaning. Filled with complaints, whining. Just angsting away our aimless little life singing our aimless little song.
This song is a capella. We sing without the music, and even if we had music, we wouldn't be able to keep time. We just keep repeating ourselves, we can't even rhyme. We sing because we must. We sing because no one is listening. We sing not for fun, but not because it's important. Just because, just because.
We're always singing together. He says he'd never sing if it was just him, he says the echoing drives him crazy.
We can't sing if we're not together. Singing our angsty aimless song. We have no lyrics, no music, no point. Aimless, just to pass time.
We sing without the music. Singing is our way of talking. Repeating and repeating to drive our point home. We argue when we're singing, we're embracing each other as people when we're singing.
His voice is weird to listen to. His voice is telling me he's lonely. His voice is telling me to help him. It makes me want to hold him and sing him a senseless love song.
We're never singing to each other. We're singing together. He likes to believe that we feel something, not just repeating senseless things. He wants to believe that this means something, that we enjoy each other's company, that we have a twisted form of love.
I'll let him sink into his happy little delusions and he'll let me fall into mine. It's our lie and our truth and our amusement.
This pointless a capella, seizing every opportunity it has to make us sing. Without the music, repeating and repeating, just following along, brainless. Repeating and repeating, without the music.
We're nothing much, we're not gonna be famous. We believe in our happy little delusions, and we comfort each other with our terrible voices. Singing lyric-less love songs, just because. We're close, and this is our twisted form of love. Singing a capella.
Our happy little delusions our stupid little doodles. We can't say we love each other, those random touches and pointless love songs. We're not soul mates, we're not perfect and we're never gonna be famous. We're singing a capella, singing without the music, repeating songs for lovers who aren't even friends.
Here we are, terrible singers, falling into happy little delusions and singing a capella. Here we are, without the music, trying to convince each other we're perfectly sane. Here we are, nothing special, people who are never gonna be famous.
Just repeating and repeating our lyric-less love songs.
OWARI
sigh... hee hee, I geuss I should just be happy I have a story eh! This was random, if anybody likes it, please tell me! (blows a kiss to ulquiorra)
ulquiorra:...go to bed.
Cold! RXR ONEGAI! (My friend Damon had actually done that to me!)