08-17-2019, 11:45 PM
sometimes i wonder, will god ever forgive us for what we've done to each other?
then i look around and realize, god left this place a long time ago.
It does not matter where he goes, he always ends up here.
He has traveled to the ends of the earth and beyond them.
And yet, like clockwork, he returns.
He is perhaps more like his grandfather than he realizes.
Like all of the men who came before him, he is built to wander and wander he does. Even after seeking residence in a land not unlike this one, he cannot satisfy the hum of kinetic energy in his limbs. Despite his want to grow roots, he lacks the inherent ability to just stay still and so he comes and he goes, buoyed by the wind and that cold, dark thing in him that tells him to just go.
He makes for the river because it is where he feels most at home. Because there is something in the roar of the water that quiets all the noise in his head and the static in the cavern of his chest where perhaps a heart should be. He is accustomed to the dark, having spent the majority of his life in it, but he does not see her until she is nearly upon him.
Here, the stars. For the breath of a moment, he thinks that these are the same stars he found at the edge of the river some months before. But these stars have not oriented themselves into a constellation and they’re moving so quickly that he’s not certain he’s seen them at all. They nearly collide and he skirts out of her way, gritting his teeth and sucking in a sharp, hissing breath. It is the smell of her panic, the electric current it puts in the air around her, that has him swallowing his neatly coiled irritation.
It sways him to something softer. His gait falters. He turns to watch her, blinks at this piece of the sky that has joined him here on earth. “Are you all right?” he asks, as if he has any hope at all of helping.
