sleepless eyes } - OPEN.

[HARLEQUIN STEPHANIE COHEN]

the night's attire.

It was absolutely ridiculous.

Here, Harlequin Powers was sitting in the middle of the street at two thirty in the morning with an acoustic guitar in her lap, wearing shorts and a cardigan that wasn't very warm at all. She just needed it to be raining and then her moment would be complete.

Placing her Green Day plectum in her mouth, the brunette shifted her position on the floor, so that she was leaning more against the wall, and crossed her ankles, bringing the guitar into a more comfortable position on her lap. It wasn't that cold, but she couldn't help but shiver slightly as she removed the strap from the guitar and placed that to one side. The plectum was taken out of her mouth and strummed gently across the strings.

It was, and also wasn't, her usual behaviour to be awake at this time of the morning; really she would rather be sleeping, but the inspiration for a new song had hit her like a ton of bricks and she felt as though she were on a sugar rush. That sounded pretty interesting, especially since she couldn't recall having any sugar for the past three days or so.

"You play my nerves like..." the brunette tilted her head at that guitar, for some reason it was out of tune. "strings, all upside down." Tuning her guitar was quick and her previous comment about the strings was pretty good, she was going to use it.

"You play my nerves like strings, all upside down. Try to keep straight... my limbs are bonding now. Since a few Aprils ago, endless chase, to send away this... tireless persistence of taste."

Her fingers moved through the strings nimbly, trying to create the least amount of sound as was possible without alerting people in houses to her whereabouts.

"With a touch of your words, I saw the devil sneak between my fingers, (all too familiar), with a touch of your words, I've learned to reverse. It's gotten me nowhere..."

Leaf looked up a the sky half expecting it to be a shade lighter than what it was two seconds ago. She didn't particularly enjoy being alone in the dark, but she had convinced herself that her best work was always done when there was nothing around to distract her.

"A deep shade of horizon gold... the constellations remind me I am home. We were lit from the west, our silhouettes, yet a sight of industrial-ness, as the silence wins over every word."

This definitely sounded like a good song, albeit slightly chaotic, erratic and strange - but there was no complaining to be done, she needed to finish before the sun came up.

"What am I supposed to think about wondering round inside out...? Patterns don't feel right, still speaking like you know what I'm all about."

It was a short song, but she was too tired to add anything else too. Maybe, if she had been paying attention she would have noticed that someone had been watching her and listening to her singing, but she hadn't and still hadn't.