The Object

[Guest BatsyTheEyeballQueen]

So, I am currently taking an acting class in school and like we were told to go home find an object and write about it using the 5 senses or whatever and blah blah blah, soooooooooo I forgot to do it 2 times and was waiting to go to my next class (The acting one and was like Oh heck! I was suppose to write about that, so here and now, introducing, a little blurb I wrote in the 10 minutes I had before walking to my next class, I also wrote some of it while walking in the hall....not a good idea

 

 

The feeling of this object is cold to the touch but warms with time, After playing it your fingertips may sting, leaving the mark of its metal strings. It doesn't have a smell but if it did it would smell like old records and cold coffee, Its sound reminds me of late night phone calls, eyes left red from crying, and sides still sore from laughter. This object makes me think of all the times Ive said the wrong thing, the right thing, or nothing at all. It reminds me of promises protected by sealed lips and crossed hearts, of moonlight hitting the window pane as an uncertain chord rings out and bounces off the white walls of my silent empty bedroom. This object reminds me of broken hearts and awkward yet familiar silences. It makes me ponder what is, what isnt, could have, or would never be. This object reminds me of a home away from home with which my heart always has and always will long for.

 

 

So there, Boom, Yeet, Pew pew pew! Squeak! :3