

the writing game sometimesthe writing game by ~musicality-and-me
when I see people on the street I immediately think of plausible
voices for them, and their character, and the type of morals they
have.
and sometimes,
when I see someone whose voice does not match I grow insanely
curious to the point of careful observation, and I deem this person
interesting and extremely intriguing, and I take notes on everything
I notice about them.
and sometimes,
I'll write about it
and I think of myself as some kind of intellectual secret admirer,
because I like to think I understand the psychology behind the
people who live near me.


the feeling of not being alone I thinkthe feeling of not being alone by ~musicality-and-me
I
think I
enjoy my
backyard view,
though there's
a fence that
covers the world, I can
still see the sky,
the clouds and the stars
and the other celestial things
that people like to philosophize
and draw meaning from,
they like to think that
the meaning of life exists
in those stars,
the nebulas and the dwarfs
and the supergiants
in those clouds,
the noctilucents and the cirrus
and the nacreous,
but I just like their presence
all the same without
studying them too close
for things that
aren't
there.