Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2018 16:03:15 GMT -5
Enzo, as always, found himself caught in irrelevant dumbass antics. There was a bucket list engraved on the under side of his heart, flipped and remodeled to show it off like the last beacon in the distance. He had wishes, he had dreams and wants and a desire to prove they still meant something. Maybe that’s why he ran so, even caught in his own exhaustion but he ran with his eyes on his feet. Looking down but running forward — almost like reading the descriptions on his heart strings.
He wanted a home, not a grave.
The vineyard held him like that, his hands gripped under the roof of one. Lorenzo still forgot to exist quietly, to subsidize his own life in order to go unnoticed. Somebody so unremarkable and he just wanted to sink in the corner of the arena. Nestled under the rooftops of vineyards and grapes and be a spited body count, like rot. Just another decay, sleeping under the wood grates and maybe this could be a home anyways. Just a nook hidden in a grape yard, remarkably unremarkable.
He wanted a home, not a grave.
The vineyard held him like that, his hands gripped under the roof of one. Lorenzo still forgot to exist quietly, to subsidize his own life in order to go unnoticed. Somebody so unremarkable and he just wanted to sink in the corner of the arena. Nestled under the rooftops of vineyards and grapes and be a spited body count, like rot. Just another decay, sleeping under the wood grates and maybe this could be a home anyways. Just a nook hidden in a grape yard, remarkably unremarkable.
