you're probably hanging out and making eyes across the room.

music: raised by wolves - voxtrot

 

the air was still, as if frozen in motion against the steel bars. we stuble in, trying to contain our excitement and settle into our bunks. the whistle blows, and the night is slowly filled with the clanking of metal on metal as we set of. i draw the dirty blue curtain and stare out onto the tracks and the trees that move by endlessly into the night. the clanks from the steel and the wheels against the tracks soon fade to the back of my mind, and drown into the background. all thats left is the tune thats been on replay in my head. my eyes close as i curl up under the covers. my last thought being that i want to wake up to that face. i drift off into my slumber.