Snapshot

:39 PM) Sometimes Gladne:

the rainstorm thunders to a crescendo in responce to her music, the passion of the swelling notes coaxed the trees into a frenzied =D

(6:39 PM) Sometimes Gladne:
this is the music of her heart

(6:40 PM) Sometimes Gladne:
with the beats of raindrops agaisnt glass for accompaniment

(6:42 PM) Matt:
with lightning at her right hand, and hail at her left, she pounds at her piano, rivulets of water streaming down its laquered sides and her screams drowned out by the howling, howling storm

(6:44 PM) Sometimes Gladne:
wow i sound morbid O_o

(6:44 PM) Matt:
go onkeep it going!

(6:46 PM) Sometimes Gladne:
and as the rain dies, so does her song. it comes to a gentle coda, and like the rain, pappers upon the keys like broken glass on tile. And like those delicate notes shattering in the air, her heart splinters like glass and shatteres upon floor of deepest misery

(6:50 PM) Matt:
the storm fades, the wind died away and the watery sun fills the world with pale gold, and the blue sky peeks out from behind the dark clouds.. but she was a porcelain doll, broken, shattered into a thousand pieces.. and she wept.dammit ur ones beta than mine

(6:53 PM) Sometimes Gladne:
but as the sunlight strikes the glass doll, fractured from head to toe but still held together by the wooden base, a rainbow refraction projected onto the white floor. the whole room filled with a magical glitter and the doll glowed with eery light. It was beautiful

(6:53 PM) Sometimes Gladne:
mine's not imaginative

(6:58 PM) Matt:
Quietly, i begin moving my fingers across the piano. Softly, lightly, and with emotion. For who now was left to remember her laughter? Who now was left to remember her tears? Who now was left to remember her name, but I? From destruction springs life. From despair springs beauty. From a broken glass doll, springs a rainbow

(6:59 PM) Sometimes Gladne:
awwwhwy is it so tragic

(7:00 PM) Matt:
lol i rly dnt noe

(7:00 PM) Sometimes Gladne:
i guesswe all have that hidden appreciationfor beautiful sadness

(7:00 PM) Matt:
yeh, we wna be depressed and go "aww" at the same time
i like that

(7:03 PM) Sometimes Gladne:
more like everyone has a hidden sadness that lingers jsut below the surface

(7:05 PM) Matt:
ah dnt be so depressing.. such a sadness does not always have to existi just like tear-wrenching movies and books and stuff

(7:05 PM) Matt:
cause they make me feel good and bad at the same time..uhif that makes sense

(7:06 PM) Sometimes Gladne:
i like reading angst
i know wat u meanxD

(7:19 PM) Matt:
hello! lets try again this timelets make it happyum

it was a bright and sunny day

(7:20 PM) Sometimes Gladne:
she was his sunshine, the reason he opened his eyes with a smile every morn. and he was her song, the reason she skipped to class everyday

(7:21 PM) Matt:
awwwah damn all i can think of is putting a jealous person in there or someone dying

(7:24 PM) Matt:
ieveryday, whether the sky was gloomy or bright, they met in the park in the centre of the city, a little bubble of happiness, in a little green bubble of nature surrounded on all sides by straight, rule-lined skyscrapers and cloying, choking smog..

(7:25 PM) Sometimes Gladne:
boom
car crashg
irl dies
guy suicides
(7:26 PM) Sometimes Gladne:
the end
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