1/100 Compared to youAs he lay there, he pondered the differences between the two of them.1/100 Compared to you by RebelAtoli
She had smooth, soft feminine curves. He was all lean, hard muscles and sharp angles. Her hair was long and silky and vibrant. His was short, but just as silky, a dark chocolate that was warm and inviting.
Their first time, she’d been uncomfortable and shied away; they’d slept with their backs to each other and a gap between them.
Their first time was awkward and he’d felt like a thief and a bastard and so incredibly old that it wasn’t even funny but they’d just ended sprawled in a tangle of hair and limbs and sweat and in the end it just felt natural.
To him, she was special. He’d loved her, and she him. They were best friends.
To him, he was completion. A piece that’d been missing for the longest time.
2/100 Monochromatic LifeI once asked the man at my side, ‘How would you describe color?’2/100 Monochromatic Life by RebelAtoli
At first he said, ‘Red is Red’. And this was the answer I’d always been given.
But then he surprised me. He continued on and gave another answer.
And he said;
Red is anger, passion and love, uncontrollable like fire and never ending
Blue is vast and empty like the ocean, at times calm at times raging
Green is life in the trees in the grass in a newborn child, there eternally
Yellow is warm and bright and happy, a smile and a laugh and a hug
And then that man left her side, and she never saw him again
And she thought to herself:
Red is the blood on my hands
Blue is the tears on my cheeks
Green is the life I've taken
Yellow is the sun on my back
Black is my soul and my heart
White is the light of my dying hope
But these things don’t matter to me
Because I don’t see things in colors
I don’t see Red or Blue or Green or Yellow
And I’ll just continue living
Darkness LightCome alongDarkness Light by RebelAtoli
You'll be amazed
As I tell a tale
Of a dark night
We'll walk along
The quiet road
If you hold my hands
And don't let go
But that's okay.It's the wrong-- kind of weather.But that's okay. by RebelAtoli
It's the wrong-- kind of day.
You're the wrong-- kind of lover,
But thats okay.
'Cause this is the wrong-- kind of weather.
This is the wrong-- kind of day
I am the wrong-- kind of lover.
And that's okay.
Because it's a cold-- lonely day.
And the weather, is just as bad.
And you're a cold-- lonely lover.
And it's okay.