Dracoism
By: ShinigamiForever

[obsession: white]

The light flashes off my fingers and it is white like his sadness. His sadness is empty with the lack of applause, the empty stadium he is afraid of returning to, or rather, backing into a corner- nay, the cupboard he spent lonely empty nights in, before fame whisked him away. He is afraid of becoming nothing again. He is afraid of being alone, just as I am afraid of being with people, and he is afraid of silence just as I am afraid of conversation.

His sadness and his fear are the whiteness of my skin, and I will take and gather the emptiness, enfold it on and in me, press it against the walls, pressing it in, until someone comes along and forces the sadness away from the plaster. Someone else to take the white sadness away.