08-22-2021, 08:55 PM
I am... a breath of air on the breeze. Insubstantial, immaterial. Transparent in the way that happens when you aren't even sure you actually exist. Only a concept of a girl, born into a dark world. There is no supernaturally fixed moon in my sky. No shivering beasts at the peripherals of my existence. Only darkness that comes when the universe declares you unfit for the gift of sight. It is pure and it is complete.
And I am drifting along. Quiet as a mouse, as the leaves, as my mother who let me go so easily. She has no talent for the living, what with our need to eat, to be kept warm. Bones don't ask so much of her. One day she just.... never answered my calls. My whimpers. I don't know that it's fear of my grandmother that lead her to this choice. Not lack of love for her flesh-and-blood daughter. Too much of it, maybe. The belief that her fragile young thing would be better off too wander the dark world alone, than to face what remained asca member of that darker family.
So wander I do. Stumbling, fretting, alone. I haven't bumped into anyone yet. Maybe I'll walk off the edge of the world before I do. Blinking empty eyes at the world that shines with light I'll never know, I shiver. The air has gotten colder lately. I miss the hot summer days, when the sun was a tangible thing in the way it warmed my back.
I hum a note or two, thinking of warmth. It's the sort of thing you don't realize you need until it's painfully absent. I don't know when or even if it will return. A mystery, as everything else in my life is.
@nazghul
And I am drifting along. Quiet as a mouse, as the leaves, as my mother who let me go so easily. She has no talent for the living, what with our need to eat, to be kept warm. Bones don't ask so much of her. One day she just.... never answered my calls. My whimpers. I don't know that it's fear of my grandmother that lead her to this choice. Not lack of love for her flesh-and-blood daughter. Too much of it, maybe. The belief that her fragile young thing would be better off too wander the dark world alone, than to face what remained asca member of that darker family.
So wander I do. Stumbling, fretting, alone. I haven't bumped into anyone yet. Maybe I'll walk off the edge of the world before I do. Blinking empty eyes at the world that shines with light I'll never know, I shiver. The air has gotten colder lately. I miss the hot summer days, when the sun was a tangible thing in the way it warmed my back.
I hum a note or two, thinking of warmth. It's the sort of thing you don't realize you need until it's painfully absent. I don't know when or even if it will return. A mystery, as everything else in my life is.
@nazghul