disturbedmartyr

An island    it means alone Alone    it means free Free to    read        write            draw what I want without others    over my shoulder pointing    or        confused There's the bridge over there    I burned it a while ago It's to the mainland    No, I won't fix it        It's perfectly fine            Broken                like that Sometimes I'll throw a rope    across to other islands Islands like mine    And the other person will smile        And we'll meet in the middle because They know how hard it is    To go all the way across But the mainland?    Oh, no        Not that.            Not them

When Isaac woke up at three in the morning, he was crying. Jack had an arm tight around his waist; their legs were tangled together with the sheets. As if they were in some sort of relationship, as if this sort of peace was normal. Isaac was made painfully aware of the silver ring on his finger when he went to brush his unruly hair out of his face and it hit him in the forehead. He winced. He wiped the tears away from his face--no use in crying, what is it going to do--and does his best to sit up despite the overwhelming soreness. He bit his lip to keep from shouting at the pain that rips through his leg. There's a long cut there. Jack put