meanwhile, in atlantis...

Today, it just feels like a movie. One of those sad, dark-lighted movies that really don't make any sense and leave you with a feeling of moroseness and wonder at the end.

I can really imagine it.

The camera sweeps slowly over the messy kitchen, stopping ever so slightly by the table, where notebooks are splayed out and a cereal box lays, undisturbed. The sound of typing is faint in the backround. The camera moves on, now moving to look out the glass back door. Outside it is fall. No leaves are on the trees and it is raining and the sky is grey. Now the camera turns around and displays the source of typing: a young girl of sixteen sits stooped over the keyboard, bags under her tired eyes, baggy hoodie and pants, and short hair pushed away from her sharp features by a headband.
She stops typing and sighs, drooping lower in her roller chair.

Girl: Lonliness... is the mere insect that chews through your skin and pushes itself into your bloodstream. When it settles in your heart... it lays its eggs and when they hatch, the little lonelies fill all your veins. But where it stings the most is where the mother lies, in your heart.

Camera zooms in on girl. She closes her eyes and her hands go up to her chest, placing them on her heartbeat.

Can you not see that? 'Cause I can. 'Cause it's me and how I feel right now. Lonely.
What I'd give for a big fat gift card to the mall and just shop my little lonelified heart out.
Or to go see a movie.
And not stay at home and finish a geometry project.
Ew.