a random drabble
How have you all been doing? Good? Good. Me, well, I've been feeling the same as always. Just regular Tuti with his regular good looks and regular humor and regular charm. ^_^
I said ages ago that I was working on some poems, right? Er, yeah. I can't remember where I wrote them down.
I've hit another low in my life.
I can't remember ever feeling so down on myself. With the recent musical over and done with and another one in progress, I'm not suffering from lack of things to do.
Normally it's a monotony of sorts that I welcome, but... I can't find the thrill of it. For the past week, that's all it has been. A job. Something to wake up to every morning and come home from every night.
We've been busy preparing for the next production. Daiki is enthusiastic, as always. Eiji is still joking around, and Wasshi is still the quiet star that he is. Kawamoto Naru-san is joining us for this, and his presence on a daily basis is making me miss you even more. Eiji's not helping by randomly breaking out into BleachMyu or TeniMyu songs. We haven't seen each other in a while, not since the last musical ended.
I miss you.
You're busy elsewhere with your own projects, and it's usually late by the time I get home and have a moment to relax, so it's not like I can call you out of your own apartment to meet you some place.
I'm late for rehearsal the next day. Daiki, for once, doesn't lecture me. He tells me to stop, take a deep breath, go grab a minute for myself, and join them when I'm ready. Puzzled but grateful for the intermission, I head over to the room we've set up as our "chill-out area".
I put my hand on the doorknob and immediately sense that something is different. There's a familiar scent in the air, one of apple and cider wood and something I've come to associate with you. A fresh wave of longing breaks over me, and I wearily push the door open.
It's you.
Your face is open in a soft smile; for a moment I'm sure I just imagine you're there. But then you come toward me, wrap your arms around my waist, and the solid feel of your body so close to mine brings me to a state of such bliss that all my sadness just ups and goes.
It's enough that you're here.
I did say I wasn't much of a writer, right?
(OOC: PLEASE DON'T SHOOT ME. It's been one of those days when my muses all decided to go AWOL.)
I said ages ago that I was working on some poems, right? Er, yeah. I can't remember where I wrote them down.
I've hit another low in my life.
I can't remember ever feeling so down on myself. With the recent musical over and done with and another one in progress, I'm not suffering from lack of things to do.
Normally it's a monotony of sorts that I welcome, but... I can't find the thrill of it. For the past week, that's all it has been. A job. Something to wake up to every morning and come home from every night.
We've been busy preparing for the next production. Daiki is enthusiastic, as always. Eiji is still joking around, and Wasshi is still the quiet star that he is. Kawamoto Naru-san is joining us for this, and his presence on a daily basis is making me miss you even more. Eiji's not helping by randomly breaking out into BleachMyu or TeniMyu songs. We haven't seen each other in a while, not since the last musical ended.
I miss you.
You're busy elsewhere with your own projects, and it's usually late by the time I get home and have a moment to relax, so it's not like I can call you out of your own apartment to meet you some place.
I'm late for rehearsal the next day. Daiki, for once, doesn't lecture me. He tells me to stop, take a deep breath, go grab a minute for myself, and join them when I'm ready. Puzzled but grateful for the intermission, I head over to the room we've set up as our "chill-out area".
I put my hand on the doorknob and immediately sense that something is different. There's a familiar scent in the air, one of apple and cider wood and something I've come to associate with you. A fresh wave of longing breaks over me, and I wearily push the door open.
It's you.
Your face is open in a soft smile; for a moment I'm sure I just imagine you're there. But then you come toward me, wrap your arms around my waist, and the solid feel of your body so close to mine brings me to a state of such bliss that all my sadness just ups and goes.
It's enough that you're here.
I did say I wasn't much of a writer, right?
(OOC: PLEASE DON'T SHOOT ME. It's been one of those days when my muses all decided to go AWOL.)