karsi
What am I doing?
When did my body decide to hijack my brain and drag me away from my house of bones and skin? The jungle heat seems to saturate the black of my coat. I notice how my hair is forever stuck to my neck and strangling me in the softest possible way. I want to find this annoying, i know that I should, but I am unable to feel. The chunk of ice that is my heart feels nothing, beats to no drum.
I find myself coming into focus as I am walking over the frozen crust that was once the meadow. Some horses linger around, clotted together for warmth and other possible motivations but I pay them no mind as I walk. The fog of my breath forms in front of me and I find my skin jerk in response to the chill of Beqanna. Since moving to the Jungle, I have not know anything other than the thick blanket of permeating warmth.
I want to have a purpose for being in the Meadow. I am not one to go seeking friends, lovers. I have surprised myself by simply leaving my home at the beach but secretly, and unwilling to admit to anyone, I do prefer the scent of flowers and jungle heat to that of the beach and the stink of rot and death. And so I am here. I catch the others not too far off from me whispering, looking at me with their silly eyes. I could open up the earth and watch them be swallowed up if I desired. Any other day I would just to hear their screams, just to make myself smile.
But-
But I don't. I should feel disappointment but I don't. There is a void of grayness, floating and foggy. Maybe I need to fuck something. Maybe I need to sleep. It had been far too long that I have done either, honestly. I expand my lungs in a sigh as I halt my trek to catch a few frozen strands of grass.
I have grown bored.
your hips on my jawline
@[Lokii]