06-27-2017, 05:48 PM
So come out of your cave walking on your hands, and see the world hanging upside-down...
The words are like a drug to Jah-Lilah. They painted a picture as vivid as any movie on the big screen, and gave her something akin to a runner's high for athletes. Something about a person showing themselves to her and the way she was able to memorize and drink it in...She hardly blinked as he spoke. She was a student and he the teacher. As his head and jaw moved as he spoke, Jah-Lilah's eyes never left him. His words held a whole spectrum of emotions, and she loved it. Something's wrong with her, she can't help it. My bad.
A different feeling sparked in him when he spoke of the ocean, of the water. The way he talked about it, Jah could almost smell the seaweed. He truly had loved something in his hard, rocky life. Noted, she thought. As the hours pass and she allows him to sing, she respectfully keeps quiet until he leans away from her and exhales. The finality of it signals the end of his tale. She is filled with mirth, questions overflowing inside her brain. She picks only one for now, tail almost wagging like a big reddish-brown dog. "So why do you stay here? I move around too, but clearly you keep Beqanna as your home for some reason." She reaches over and nudges him playfully as she asks, grinning all the while.
...You can understand dependence when you know the maker's heart.
The words are like a drug to Jah-Lilah. They painted a picture as vivid as any movie on the big screen, and gave her something akin to a runner's high for athletes. Something about a person showing themselves to her and the way she was able to memorize and drink it in...She hardly blinked as he spoke. She was a student and he the teacher. As his head and jaw moved as he spoke, Jah-Lilah's eyes never left him. His words held a whole spectrum of emotions, and she loved it. Something's wrong with her, she can't help it. My bad.
A different feeling sparked in him when he spoke of the ocean, of the water. The way he talked about it, Jah could almost smell the seaweed. He truly had loved something in his hard, rocky life. Noted, she thought. As the hours pass and she allows him to sing, she respectfully keeps quiet until he leans away from her and exhales. The finality of it signals the end of his tale. She is filled with mirth, questions overflowing inside her brain. She picks only one for now, tail almost wagging like a big reddish-brown dog. "So why do you stay here? I move around too, but clearly you keep Beqanna as your home for some reason." She reaches over and nudges him playfully as she asks, grinning all the while.
...You can understand dependence when you know the maker's heart.
someday, we will foresee obstacles