Gabriel Gray (dontgiveuponme) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-03-29 13:55:00 |
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WHO: Gabriel Gray & OPEN
WHAT: Gabriel reflects on what he's trying to do much to his embarrassment.
WHERE: The Hyperion Hotel; Front Desk
WHEN: March 29th; late night (just before 11 PM. Singing can fade out during.)
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress
NOTES: Lyrics are from Place In This World by Michael W. Smith
All of the music, the lyrical thoughts running through his head, were almost more than he could stand. The shy and self-conscious individual that he was, he had done his best to resist ending up getting into any type of situation that would have ended up him embarrassing himself even if it had ended up him spending most of his time fiddling with things to keep himself and his mind occupied. Having bit his tongue for the last few days to try and stop the lyrics that had wanted to tumble out was getting tiring, and he finally succumb to the need to say something late into the night, raking a hand over his face to try and keep the sleep from creeping in on him.
"The wind is moving, but I am standing still," Gabriel sang, an exasperated sigh passing his lips. So much for actually managing to get through whatever this way without falling victim to it. "A life full of pages waiting to be filled. A heart that's hopeful. A head that's full of dreams. But this becoming is harder than it seems," He sang to himself, carefully collecting the items that were scattered on the desk to put them away. He needed to go to bed before this turned into a full on musical lament.
"Feels like I'm looking for a reason, roaming through the night to find my place in this world. My place in this world. Not a lot to lean on, I need your light to help me find my place in this world. My place in this world."
Ugh. Too late.