The sun was rising at the horizon. Delicate rays of pink and purple tickled the dark sky, creating light that surpassed even that of the half moon that hung low and large in the other end off the sky. The stars began to fade into the fragile colors of the new morning, while the ones in the West seemed to burn their brightest, as if giving their best before their finale. It was beautiful. There were no clouds. The birds sang and the early frogs croaked along. It was peaceful. It was divine. Suddenly it broke.
Rockstar was running up the hill singing at the top of his longs, "The silence never changes in the city with no name!
Would you come down after midnight? Leave the rest of us to shame?
Why do we talk to the dead, when the livings all the same!?
Why do we crawl like babies?
Why don't we light up anyways?
Light up Mississippi, Tonight!"
He continues his song happily, not even noticing all the annoyed birds flying off and how the beautiful sight before him was quickly ending. He didn't care. He was oblivious. He was LOUD.
Rockstar was running up the hill singing at the top of his longs, "The silence never changes in the city with no name!
Would you come down after midnight? Leave the rest of us to shame?
Why do we talk to the dead, when the livings all the same!?
Why do we crawl like babies?
Why don't we light up anyways?
Light up Mississippi, Tonight!"
He continues his song happily, not even noticing all the annoyed birds flying off and how the beautiful sight before him was quickly ending. He didn't care. He was oblivious. He was LOUD.