Flightless Bird
Clocks
"Confusion never stops/ closing walls and ticking clocks/ Gonna come back and take you home/ I could not stop that you know now singing...
Home, home, where I wanted to go..."
The minutes passed. Minutes to hours, hours to days. Weeks. Months.
Years.
Changes here, changes there; children to teens, to young adults. Adolescents with new interests and perspectives in life; no more toys, sandboxes.
First loves, first heartbreaks; first kisses. Drama. Fun times. Friends, enemies.
Ten years.
Her absence was hard to be dealt with. Their absence was hard to be dealt with. It seemed as if the days took an eternity to get by. Her life was quiet, their life was quiet; those missing pieces not once found. They needed to be put together again, but they never were. It was a dark matter that pulled them into nothingness again and again, over and over.
But the years go by. Children and their youth forgotten, like finished and unfinished letters never sent out, but only to be stashed somewhere in the back of a closet. Pictures and souvenirs collected, never to see the light of day again. They grow up.
And over time, her absence was soon forgotten, put away into the depths of their expanding minds. Her presence became unknown again, and as they moved on, so did she. Of course, however, they were reminded of such a friend existing in their lives at one point. But, maturing and growing up changes you, and what came with the perks of living it up came forgetting the little tidbits of the past.
Back into the unknown.
They were forgotten at last, anonymous to their memories.
"Clocks" by Coldplay.
It was a last minute title, people. It made sense to me, too... :T Anyways, this isn't a chapter; it's more of a... transition, maybe? All I know is that the next chapter just jumped ahead so I'm all, "This is crap, dafuq do I do now?"
And this happened. The actual chapter two will be posted later.
Ps, Legend of Korra (c) Bryke, thus making me unable to partake in owning that show, therefore I cannot make an episode where all the men are shirtless. 'Tis very sad, indeed. Sad me is sad.
So um...reviews are still nice though... :)
