How / You / Feel by Atheshya, literature
How / You / Feel
It was patterns. It was a thing spinning in time, existing only in how it changed from one moment to the next. Existing only in how it stayed the same. It was music. It was a song, the song. The one Master had made with loving iron gloves, had been told: spin, sing, here, manage each beat, overlay them, control them— It was the one who could see through itself as it spun its vibrations in the air—could see all people from the land—and lower the note, quicken the beat, do what it was created for, its great art. It could see all, know all, and be the music in their hearts. Change the music in their hearts. Master had said: make sure they love me. What is love? it had asked, off-beat to itself. This one, Master had patiently said, led it to the patterns that meant love, the collections of notes that invoked it, the rising motion, the bridges. Oh, it said, and it was beautiful. Make sure, Master reminded. And here, here’s what anger looks like— Rhythms on top of each other, a
Vehement Longing by KittySib, literature
No matter what I say, sitting here the music sinks it’s fangs into my heart. I want you so much- if I only knew your name, I’d utter it with such longing you’d be summoned to my side. How much longer do I need to wait here in the dark? If I only knew your face, I’d search this world, until you were found. I hate how lonely I am without you. What must I do to grab your attention? Is it even possible for you to need me too? Or am I alone in this unattainable desire? I want to seduce your heart, make your pulse race, engage your intellect, and inspire your wildest dreams. Chase after me- I’m lost here in this twisted dream. I locked everyone out, my walls won’t fall so easily anymore. Lie to yourself if you want to, but don’t lie to me. Please don’t forget me, even if I do.