dont worry, this part isnt nearly as mature o-o ( dedicated to earbudsplease [ @Leesie575 ]) "Can you save my heavy dirty soul?" [liam's point of view] I kept my eyes glued to the sidewalk, carefully placing each step. As my eyes focused on the movements of my feet, my ears focused on the music playing in my ears. The heavy rock contrasted with the peaceful landscape surrounding me, but I liked it. People tend to look at me as the odd one out, and I can see why. My music taste is different than a majority of people. I rarely leave my house, but when I do, I find myself lurking in abandoned parts of town. I'm constantly shaking and fidgeting with anxiety. My style in general is different, and on the outside, I pretend like it doesn't bother me; all the snickers and funny looks in my direction. But deep down, I care. I care a lot. I turned up my music, taking my eyes off the ground and looking up at the sky as the music blared into my ears. Believe it or not, this is what I called peace. I could feel the crisp, chilly fall breeze grazing against my skin and across my face, pushing my hair back slightly. The light grey clouds blanketing the once blue sky, the sun trying to peak out of them. The rough pavement causing friction beneath my feet, feeling the sole of my shoe to wear down ever so slightly. And I'm sure if I were to explain this to any of my 'friends', they would think I'm absolutely insane. But who's one to argue? My sleeves guard one of my biggest secrets, my head is full of constant noise, my heart full of constant pain. And even though my thoughts are slightly psychotic, I still find every little thing beautiful. I'm very observant, and usually, I hate it. It's what ruined one of the only love stories I've had, one of the best ones. But I don't feel like going into detail about it, as it'll cause me to rant on and on about- No, I'm not gonna think about it. Not today, not ever. I sighed heavily and continued walking down the empty sidewalk trying to focus on anything but the thoughts in my head. I took my phone out of my pocket and started to go through my music, wanting to pick another song. Lately, I've been listening to the same few songs on repeat, so I just hit shuffle and hoped for the best. Ready to Go began playing, and I wasn't complaining. It was really upbeat, and I've had great memories associated with this song. After a while, I finally reached my favorite place; the old train station. It hasn't been used since World War II, although occasionally freight trains passed by. It was falling apart, and I found that beautiful. Every bit of land here was apart of history, and here I was, in the middle of time. If that's not amazing, I don't know what is. I sat down in my usual spot, turning up my music and closing my eyes.
u should all read this on tilly's wattpad @phantastiic and then check out mine too @earbudsplease hahahaha self promos like
