Post by matty aleksandr cabrera on Oct 30, 2009 19:32:11 GMT -5
[/i]. These rocks were the place where Matthew Aleksandr Cabrera had actually come to life. Shaking his head, he walked over to the rocks and climbed his way onto the biggest one, his lean 6'3 frame gliding easily up the face of the boulder. He positioned himself so that he was comfortable and pulled his Ipod out of his pocket. This was one of the few possessions that Matty actually owned, this was one thing that Matty would fight for. Because, without his music, he was nothing. He was no more alive than the rocks beneath him were. It was just as simple as that.
Placing the buds in his ears, he scrolled through the list before landing on one of his favorite songs, Tears Don't Fall. It was an odd song, kind of depressing if you actually listened to the words but somehow, it comforted Matty. Drawing his knees up to his chest, he wrapped his arms around them and rested his forehead against his knees, drowning himself in the music. This was how he breathed.[/blockquote][/size][/ul]
