04-28-2016, 12:59 PM
In a world with no tolerance,
We do what we shouldn’t have to
The stars call to the boy as well.
A smile touches Adriell’s lips, pleased to hear that he isn’t alone. The entire world isn’t drawn to the nightfall, the boy implies, but there are some who thrive underneath the starlit sky. ”Do you feel like you belong up there, too?” His voice is spoken lightly as though afraid he might disturb the peace around them. ”Some days I just want to keep flying, past the trees, past the clouds, and try to touch the stars.” He hums in delight at the idea of immersing himself with the intangible dream. It soaks through him and his eyes shut to imagine how beautiful it would be among the stars, but he remembers the boy and opens his eyes again to look down.
”Adriell,” he suddenly says when the crickets pause in their song, ”My name is Adriell.” The sound of his own voice is still strange, still unfamiliar. It has been months, maybe longer, since he has last heard himself. Solitude has long since silenced him, but he savors this moment where he has someone to be with. ”Why are you out here alone, Nevi?” The question could be thrown back at him, but Adriell is no longer a child. His mind still floats and dreams like one, however. ”Do you have a family or home?” How hard would it be for one so young to be entirely abandoned? As a child, Adriell was abandoned by his parents, but at least he had a grandfather to nurture him and a home. Much to his dismay, it didn’t last.
He hopes Nevi isn’t alone, that he isn’t forgotten by a family.
Even if he is, however, Adriell will remember him and be here for him.
picture copyright YslenA smile touches Adriell’s lips, pleased to hear that he isn’t alone. The entire world isn’t drawn to the nightfall, the boy implies, but there are some who thrive underneath the starlit sky. ”Do you feel like you belong up there, too?” His voice is spoken lightly as though afraid he might disturb the peace around them. ”Some days I just want to keep flying, past the trees, past the clouds, and try to touch the stars.” He hums in delight at the idea of immersing himself with the intangible dream. It soaks through him and his eyes shut to imagine how beautiful it would be among the stars, but he remembers the boy and opens his eyes again to look down.
”Adriell,” he suddenly says when the crickets pause in their song, ”My name is Adriell.” The sound of his own voice is still strange, still unfamiliar. It has been months, maybe longer, since he has last heard himself. Solitude has long since silenced him, but he savors this moment where he has someone to be with. ”Why are you out here alone, Nevi?” The question could be thrown back at him, but Adriell is no longer a child. His mind still floats and dreams like one, however. ”Do you have a family or home?” How hard would it be for one so young to be entirely abandoned? As a child, Adriell was abandoned by his parents, but at least he had a grandfather to nurture him and a home. Much to his dismay, it didn’t last.
He hopes Nevi isn’t alone, that he isn’t forgotten by a family.
Even if he is, however, Adriell will remember him and be here for him.
ADRIELL
And silently step to their dance