[open!] Get Up and Go

[flik apolline florian]

Get up and go!
Take a chance and be strong!
Or you could spend your whole life holding on.
Don't look back, Just go!

For no reason in particular, Flik was sitting on a bench on the side of the street. There was no rhyme or reason to this particular happening, nor did Flik intend on staying long. Perhaps it was boredom. Or maybe, inspiration. Or possibly, no good reason at all. Flik herself didn't know what compelled her to do this, it was just her body following the commands of her mind heart. This happened a lot- Flik would let her body go where it desired, and end up in some funny place that she had never seen before, but yet somehow seemed familiar. She wasn't high, she wasn't drunk, and she wasn't crazy. At least, no one had ever proved she was crazy. If she was, it was something she didn't particularly mind, as it was the one thing that felt right about her. She most definitely wasn't normal, and most likely never would be. There was just something different about her. Perhaps it was looks. Maybe it was mind. Or possibly, it was every aspect of her that existed. Flik herself didn't know what made her odd.

And now, it appeared that Flik had once again ended up in a place she'd never gone to before, but somehow, the road, the treeline, and the sidewalk beneath her felt familiar. This was all so confusing, but Flik never tried to figure it out. She hadn't the time to waste thinking about what she could never fathom. Rather, she enjoyed sitting down and taking in the scenery around her, whether it be a busy city or an empty hillside. It was like the set of a play, the play that she ran everyday, and went through completely unscripted. She was the star actress and the world was her stage. The wind was her audience, and only she knew what came next. You could even call it dramatic irony. But Flik preferred to think of it as life. Her life.

Flik was peculiar. She loved theatre, and she loved Ireland. Those were the two specific things she held onto from her childhood, and she was determined not to forget either of them. She'd never known her father, but had been told he was a hugely important Italian actor, and her mother was the epitome of Ireland to her. That woman clung to her homeland like it was the only thing keeping her alive, and Flik had inherited the feeling, plus the belief that her Irish ancestors watched over her everywhere she went. They were her guardians, her eternal protectors, who answered to God and made sure she didn't fall into any traps life set before her. Perhaps she was right. Maybe she was mistaken. Or possibly, Flik had no idea what she thought. Flik herself didn't bother wondering what was right and what was wrong. It was another waste of time wandering into her odd mind.

And so here she sat, oblivious to the world. For some reason, she couldn't stand up. This was her Eden. This was her bliss. And nothing and nobody could mess it up. That was, until she heard an unfamiliar voice, which interrupted her familiar stage. Someone had walked on unscripted, but that was okay. Everything in her life was unscripted. "Huh? Who's there?" asked Flik, snapping out of another act and turning her attention towards the new actor onstage. She would do her best to act normal, she vowed silently.

Don't waste your whole life
Holding on.

status finished.
tagged open
lyrics go - boys like girls
notes none yet
attire coming soon
juekbox love is the end - keane

[julianknight]

Between the lines of fear and blame

Julian wandered aimlessly through the streets, stuck in his own thoughts. His thoughts were rather jumbled, as they usually were when he had nothing to think about, but his mind kept coming back to his home town in England. The more he thought of the place he once called home, the more he missed the place. He remembered fondly his childhood memories of running across the park, a kite string in his hand. He remembered being mesmerised by the bright colours fluttering in the wind, smiling with not a care in the world. Julian sighed. California was amazing – all his old friends were so jealous he was moving to such a place. But, though he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, he would take any chance to go back to England, even for a little while. To go see his old house, his old school. To see his old life with new eyes. He wasn’t in England, and he probably never would be. He had to get that into his head. He needed to play his time in California to its full, not spend his whole life hanging onto the past. Julian fiddled with the camera strap that was around his neck. He looked up, only now noticing that he was no longer inside the school. He had no idea how long he had been walking, and only had a vague idea of where he was. It didn’t really matter too much – he always found his way back eventually. He might as well take the time to take some photos.
Huh? Who’s there?

Julian looked around, trying to locate the unfamiliar voice. Had he walked into someone’s kissing scene? God, that would be embarrassing, Julian thought. Then he saw the owner of the voice. It came from a girl, maybe a little younger than him, sitting on a bench to his left. She looked like a daydreamer. Julian didn’t know how he knew, but he did. Then he realised he’d have to talk to the girl – after all, she did ask him a question.

“Oh, hey. Didn’t see you there. I wasn’t really looking where I was going,” Julian said, trying to keep his tone light and casual. He didn’t want someone he’d only just met thinking he was crazy. And, the more he thought about it, the more he realised this girl would look pretty nice through a camera lens. Obviously, he wasn’t going to tell her that on straight away, but he’d keep it in mind.

You begin to wonder why you came

Status Finished
Tagged Flik
Lyrics How to Save a Life - The Fray
Outfit Coming Soon