lilnattieamaral

(..) Nathan enters the room in which has been flooded with foreign music at a low volume, noticing him at the end of the semi-blank table, beside a friend, with thin hair draping over his face and the drawing that was being worked on.(..) As Nathan approaches the focused individual, he turns his face to gaze at him, giving off a child-like grin in which triggers the approached one to find himself in a state of sheepishness.(…) (..) walking among the blocky, aged sidewalk beside a tall building encrusted in smoked glass, Nathan handed the accompanying fellow a hair band. Receiving the given object, his arms slowly lifted, tugging his bl

He is a different kind of boy. He has grown up differently than the other boys, not commonly as most would think. They see him with other eyes, although he could not control or modify the prison he holds. He is seen as a bad influence to some, yet maintains a good reputation. It is not his fault. He is called things he is not, offending him although others see it as nonsense.  He is put in dresses to fit with the others. Told to grow out his hair. Told to keep his mouth shut. Told to forget about everything he has confessed about his proper struggles.  He who has attempted all his efforts in trying to explain his true iden

(...) Whilst observing the moving lips in front of him, his bleed ears out, unable to grasp the words that excel of one's vocals. His mind has become impermeable to such patterns that a collective amount of individuals consider and comprehend. He shalt be named as his opposition. (...)