Sing Unburied Sing Quotes Novels & Stories

I belong to the trashes and that's why. I'm just a broken equipment which is too hard to recycle that's why all of them who tried to fix me quit on me. I just tried to fix them and everything too. Their loads left in pieces. Why can't they do the same to me? I need saving too. I moved moved my finger and tilted my head. My throat feels dry. I groaned but I heard no sounds. "And I'd give up forever to touch you, 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow..." My mouth parted when I heard a familiar voice singing my favorite song. "You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be, And I don't wanna go home right now."

Hashtags. and beneath it all the truth— drowned buried forgotten under the weight of clicks and sympathy. i set the phone down, the wood cool beneath my fingertips.the world outside feels too bright for whats unraveling inside me. for the first time in weeks i cant find the words to fix it. the only sound left is the soft tick of the kitchen clock marking each second that Dylans lies take deeper root. and somewhere between the silence and the truth ifeel the weight of it settle in my chest— fame has always been louder than justice.,

Sophia continued, "Mom, Dad, Natalie hasn’t been home these past few days. Last night, I heard a baby crying. I went downstairs and saw her sneaking out with a big cardboard box. I never imagined she was throwing away her own child!" The neighbors erupted into chatter. "How can someone be that cruel? That’s her own flesh and blood." "And she even said the baby was sick. I bet she’s the one who caught some filthy disease…" I found her story laughable. "You say I abandoned the baby. Where’s your proof? Just your word? And if I really wanted to dump a child, why would I leave him right at my own doorstep and wait for you all to find him?" "Who knows? Maybe you had a change of heart and couldn’t

‘Every treasure turns to tragedy’ ‘But every treasure turns to tragedy’ 'Cause all they ever seem to do is bury me’ ‘They say, "How could you be depressed?’ ‘You don't know how much you're blessed’ ‘You got all this and more, how could you say that you're stressed?’ ‘It's embarrassing, but they're right, when they all say I'm a mess’ ‘Wearing all my success like failure is what I do best’ I was singing when my phone rang on the bench. Looking at the clock on the wall, I furrowed my brow. It was just about to be noon.

“You were an orphan, just like me. You knew what it was like to have nothing and still give everything. You made me laugh when I wanted to cry. You kept me sane when everything was falling apart. I’ll never forget that.” I closed my eyes, the words catching in my throat. And then, without thinking, I began to sing. The melody came unbidden, soft and haunting, the words flowing from my lips as if they’d always been there. "In aeternum vive, anima pura. Lux tua in stellis, nunquam obscura." The song wrapped around me, filling the air with an ache so deep it felt like the earth itself was mourning. My voice trembled, but the melody didn’t falter, each note resonating with something inside me th