Post by Marcus Collins on Apr 17, 2013 18:55:26 GMT -5
Marcus pulled his guitar from off his back and leaned against a tree and slid down it until he was sitting down, his acoustic in his lap and his hands set in place on the strings. It was a beautiful day at Camp half-blood and all he wanted to do was relax, but his creative juices had been flowing and he decided for a nice walk. He had grabbed one of his many faded band t-shirts and a pair of cargo pants with chains all over them, slipped them all on and walked out the door. He hadn’t even bothered with shoes. The camp was like that he was starting to realize. It wasn’t like the summer camps he had been shipped to when he was a foster kid. There had been glass and crap in the grass and if you did anything like forget your shoes you were screwed. Here though it was different and he liked it.
So here he was sitting on the grass, and all he could think of was a few words that he couldn’t seem to put to music. Marcus strummed a couple times until he finally got a set of cords he liked and started making a tune until he felt that he liked it more and more and started adding words.
We’re living in a desperate time
Our only hope is believing there’s another side
To all we’ve known
The truth hidden before our eyes
A vision of a life beyond our view
If only we can see it through
Marcus closed his eyes and leaned his head against the tree, letting his words move through his mind and push out like a mental sound wave. Anyone around would pick up his words, but would only hear clearer as they got closer, just like sound. He liked how he could speak to people through his mind and it sounded just like he was talking to them, it even acted like it.
So reach to the sky
The life we have has come
This part of our lives
We’ve only just begun
Together we are bright as the stars
We’re a light that will never die
This is the moment we come alive
There were times when he really didn’t know what words were coming out of him; instead he let the words be implanted in his mind like a memory. He couldn’t even begin to know what was going on around him even. Marcus was in his own little world as his music flowed from his mind. This was the world he loved, this was the world of day dreams.
So here he was sitting on the grass, and all he could think of was a few words that he couldn’t seem to put to music. Marcus strummed a couple times until he finally got a set of cords he liked and started making a tune until he felt that he liked it more and more and started adding words.
We’re living in a desperate time
Our only hope is believing there’s another side
To all we’ve known
The truth hidden before our eyes
A vision of a life beyond our view
If only we can see it through
Marcus closed his eyes and leaned his head against the tree, letting his words move through his mind and push out like a mental sound wave. Anyone around would pick up his words, but would only hear clearer as they got closer, just like sound. He liked how he could speak to people through his mind and it sounded just like he was talking to them, it even acted like it.
So reach to the sky
The life we have has come
This part of our lives
We’ve only just begun
Together we are bright as the stars
We’re a light that will never die
This is the moment we come alive
There were times when he really didn’t know what words were coming out of him; instead he let the words be implanted in his mind like a memory. He couldn’t even begin to know what was going on around him even. Marcus was in his own little world as his music flowed from his mind. This was the world he loved, this was the world of day dreams.