Abriatis

a/n: so a few posts ago i had a list of things i wanted to write. this is the 'soft' entry. it's been a while since i've written fluffy things like this, so please forgive me if it's not too good !

"Morning.."

a/n: a little bit of language.

home.
where you belong, usually.
where you go to school, to work if you're lucky.
where you make friends and meet up with them.

i do that.
i meet up with my friends at cafe 49 on main street.

today,
i went to an art gallery.

i've never been super into art.
it all just was paintings and brush swirls to me.
but today
i started seeing it a little differently.

there was an art piece where a woman became tools.

coffee shop setting ;
soft characters, ie, just woke up with their s/o next to them ;
a soft, painless death - old age? with their loved ones near them ;
small things to give personality - gestures, soft/loud voices, tics, etc ;

a pounding melody.
light and bouncing drumlines.
the harsh echo of the violins as they repeated themselves.
that's what you reminded me of.

things that just don't belong.

it wasn't that you didn't belong.