09-06-2020, 11:47 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-06-2020, 11:53 AM by Borderline.)
despite the overwhelming odds, tomorrow came
I stamp my opposite hoof, and the water splashes up my other leg. Oh, it feels so good as it trickles back down, so I continue, alternating hooves. I shift my hindquarters so that my back legs are also in the water, and I dance in place, the water splashing up to my knees. I splash deeper into the pool so that the water reaches up to my belly. It all feels so good, and I don’t care what I look like to others who may be watching, music hidden in my mind, though it eventually moves to my tongue in the form of a hum.
I saw her long before she saw me, the chestnut mare off in her own world. She was mindlessly moving toward me, so I stopped playing in the waters to watch her. She seems happy in her thoughts. Was I happy? Well, most of the time I was happy, I guess, though I was definitely lonely. Yes, lonely, that’s what I would say I am.
She continues to move toward me, unaware of my presence, but then she stops, just a few feet from where I stood, just off the shore of the little lake. She blinks and suddenly seems to come back to the real world. She blinks, and the daydreams are gone like a candle flickering out in the breath of the wind. I watch her, trying to look casual, but a slight eagerness still seeps into my expression. I am lonely. Perhaps this mare would help alleviate that painful feeling.
The chestnut’s words ring in the stillness of the brisk air, clear and penetrating. Do I have somewhere to go? That was a very good question. I could have gone back to where I had come from, to a mother who failed to love me properly, to a herd that didn’t like me. No, I could not go back there. However, here felt free. Here I felt renewed. The loneliness was, of course, the predominant feeling still, but here I could start over and hopefully not fall back into the same negative patterns from before.
“No,” I almost whisper. I cough softly and repeat myself, this time a little louder, “no. I have nowhere to go.” There is a little hint of that eagerness that seeps into my voice.
I saw her long before she saw me, the chestnut mare off in her own world. She was mindlessly moving toward me, so I stopped playing in the waters to watch her. She seems happy in her thoughts. Was I happy? Well, most of the time I was happy, I guess, though I was definitely lonely. Yes, lonely, that’s what I would say I am.
She continues to move toward me, unaware of my presence, but then she stops, just a few feet from where I stood, just off the shore of the little lake. She blinks and suddenly seems to come back to the real world. She blinks, and the daydreams are gone like a candle flickering out in the breath of the wind. I watch her, trying to look casual, but a slight eagerness still seeps into my expression. I am lonely. Perhaps this mare would help alleviate that painful feeling.
The chestnut’s words ring in the stillness of the brisk air, clear and penetrating. Do I have somewhere to go? That was a very good question. I could have gone back to where I had come from, to a mother who failed to love me properly, to a herd that didn’t like me. No, I could not go back there. However, here felt free. Here I felt renewed. The loneliness was, of course, the predominant feeling still, but here I could start over and hopefully not fall back into the same negative patterns from before.
“No,” I almost whisper. I cough softly and repeat myself, this time a little louder, “no. I have nowhere to go.” There is a little hint of that eagerness that seeps into my voice.
borderline
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