First he’d been revived from the dead. A state that he would have much preferred to remain in, as being alive again was much too overwhelming to even comprehend. But now these people had locked him up in a cell, for who knows what reason. Anakin had no idea what was going on. He didn’t know where this place was that they were being held, what they wanted from him, and still, why he had been brought back to life in the first place. But he knew one thing, and that was that his father was in the very cell next to him.  

Their initial meeting had been fleeting, what with the chaos of everything happening so suddenly, but Anakin had seen Han Solo’s face and knew without a doubt that it was him. The one thing he was sure of was that he needed to talk to his father - he needed to understand what had happened and what he had missed and, though he would otherwise never admit it, he needed to be held by the older man more than anything. But Anakin also had a strange sense that Han might not have recognized him.

He couldn’t wait for the guards to leave on their next break - somehow, he would communicate with his father and they would figure out a way to break free from here. That was his biggest priority, despite his mind being so clouded with confusion. As soon as he heard the footsteps leaving and the gates shutting, Anakin banged on the wall, a choked sob escaping his lungs. “Dad,” He croaked, sinking down to the floor against the wall. “...H-Han...can you hear me?”

❝And when your stitch comes loose,I want to sleep on every piece of fuzz,And stuffing that comes out of you, you.I took too many hits off this memory,I need to come down.

I fall so often

clumsy limbs

can't keep me upright

but also

I don't fall enough

never been in love

never had a crush

well I don't think so

what is a crush

it sounds so painful

like a bug under a shoe

something crumbling in a giant fist

I don't want that

but maybe I do

everyone has them

am I broken?

am I 'too young’?

have I not lived enough?

a crush could never be as painful

as watching yourself walk away

from all you have known

empty promises of 'we'll talk'

hang heavy in the air

we all nod

lying to ourselves is an age old game

we are masters

always winning

but always losing

so yeah I've been crushed

and maybe that's all I get

no love for me

Today, I’ve listened to 

30 Seconds to Mars (naturally), 

Black Veil Brides (I can’t believe I’ve let myself wait this long since listening to them...), 

and now I’m listening to the composer Max Richter (such beautiful music)