03-24-2023, 10:17 PM
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
She is not sure when she had first let sorrow entirely overcome her.
She does not remember when it had first sunk its teeth into her bones, seeped like poison into her veins, until she could no longer recall being any other way.
She does not remember when her world turned ashy and gray, when every light she found seemed dim, every laugh and smile feeling so hollow.
She had not always been that way; she had been foolishly happy as a girl, with a heart that could not stop loving, with a flame of hope that could not be extinguished. Even when she let a man fracture her heart into pieces, leaving the shards carelessly scattered across the ground, she had not realized yet that she was sinking.
It happened so slowly, a gradual decay from sunshine into darkness, and once everyone around her seemed to disappear and the land she had once known devolved into something she no longer recognized she found that there was little reason to find the light again.
The newest change happens just as slowly.
It starts first with noticing how warm the sun feels against her skin, how the sound of birdsong causes her heart to elevate.
It continues with the sunrises, at being able to marvel at the beauty of it all, in the quiet serenity of watching daylight spread across a sleeping world.
Flowers begin to blossom and bloom within the tangles of her mane and tail, vibrant splashes of color set against the black strands, and the ghosts that have haunted her eyes seem to finally fade.
She has heard rumors that old lands have returned, and she cannot deny that her heart had twisted uncomfortably in her chest at the mention of the Chamber. He wouldn’t be back—she knows it is a useless thing to both hope and dread—but that didn’t change the mixed emotions she fought at the idea of seeing it again.
For now, she chooses to avoid any of the returning lands, and instead finds herself in the meadow. It is largely the same as it has always been, and though a wave of nostalgia washes over her, she does not have time to linger. She is searching for someone, for the face that she would know no matter how much time had passed or how much he might have changed since she last saw him—even if he is cloaked in fog and made up of storms—and when she finds him she smiles a smile that spreads light to her eyes when she calls his name. “Kensley!”
She does not remember when it had first sunk its teeth into her bones, seeped like poison into her veins, until she could no longer recall being any other way.
She does not remember when her world turned ashy and gray, when every light she found seemed dim, every laugh and smile feeling so hollow.
She had not always been that way; she had been foolishly happy as a girl, with a heart that could not stop loving, with a flame of hope that could not be extinguished. Even when she let a man fracture her heart into pieces, leaving the shards carelessly scattered across the ground, she had not realized yet that she was sinking.
It happened so slowly, a gradual decay from sunshine into darkness, and once everyone around her seemed to disappear and the land she had once known devolved into something she no longer recognized she found that there was little reason to find the light again.
The newest change happens just as slowly.
It starts first with noticing how warm the sun feels against her skin, how the sound of birdsong causes her heart to elevate.
It continues with the sunrises, at being able to marvel at the beauty of it all, in the quiet serenity of watching daylight spread across a sleeping world.
Flowers begin to blossom and bloom within the tangles of her mane and tail, vibrant splashes of color set against the black strands, and the ghosts that have haunted her eyes seem to finally fade.
She has heard rumors that old lands have returned, and she cannot deny that her heart had twisted uncomfortably in her chest at the mention of the Chamber. He wouldn’t be back—she knows it is a useless thing to both hope and dread—but that didn’t change the mixed emotions she fought at the idea of seeing it again.
For now, she chooses to avoid any of the returning lands, and instead finds herself in the meadow. It is largely the same as it has always been, and though a wave of nostalgia washes over her, she does not have time to linger. She is searching for someone, for the face that she would know no matter how much time had passed or how much he might have changed since she last saw him—even if he is cloaked in fog and made up of storms—and when she finds him she smiles a smile that spreads light to her eyes when she calls his name. “Kensley!”
KENNICE
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