STORY STARTER
Submitted by K. Alejandra
There is a person who collects silences of all kinds. Like the moments right before someone confesses their love, the silence after laughter, or even the silence following the death of a loved one. One day they find a silence they weren’t supposed to find...
Friends
I’m dying of lonely and there’s no way out,
Collectors of silence must’ve found a way out,
No one pays good, they and up the fools,
Money mean nothing when you’ve got little friends to spend time with…
Don’t make money of your own cause you’ve got some to make gold for you,
Scared by the way you’re ending, I’m sorry, it’s true.
Who the hell told you that you are so good to make them want you?
Why you believe in such stuff that weren’t made for your own good?
Gotta let them say what they wanna say, gotta let them think that the world’s gone dead,
You’ll show them you face them, they’re your “friends”, they’re wasted.
