06-21-2021, 08:08 PM
Basilica
Her mother had taken her to Tephra all those years ago and her grandmother had looked at her and said, ‘she’s beautiful’. But it had not felt like home.
Home had felt like: a friend’s smile as they’d walked through the Playground side-by-side headed for no place in particular.
Home had felt like: a dream thing come to stand beside her at the river’s edge as she had bled, counting the stars he had wished into her hair.
Home had felt like: the forest as the sun had exploded back into the sky and vanquished the darkness after she had vowed to charge into battle beside a stranger.
And then home had felt like no place at all when she had woken one day and realized that she was alone again. Alone, alone, always so dreadfully alone. Because the friend had told her that they had never been friends and she had not been able to find that dream thing again and she and the stranger had parted ways in search of their stars.
There is a strong heart in the cage of that chest and with it comes a strong want. So, she walks and she bears the scars of the darkness like so many others. (Because she had not had the strength to heal herself. She had been so tired, you see. So horribly tired.) She thinks about her comrade and her dream thing and her friend who was not a friend and so many countless others. Her mother, her father, her grandmother.
And when she reaches Loess something calls to her, something that asks her to stop. And she does and she turns her head into the wind and listens, waits to see if this place will call itself home.
Home had felt like: a friend’s smile as they’d walked through the Playground side-by-side headed for no place in particular.
Home had felt like: a dream thing come to stand beside her at the river’s edge as she had bled, counting the stars he had wished into her hair.
Home had felt like: the forest as the sun had exploded back into the sky and vanquished the darkness after she had vowed to charge into battle beside a stranger.
And then home had felt like no place at all when she had woken one day and realized that she was alone again. Alone, alone, always so dreadfully alone. Because the friend had told her that they had never been friends and she had not been able to find that dream thing again and she and the stranger had parted ways in search of their stars.
There is a strong heart in the cage of that chest and with it comes a strong want. So, she walks and she bears the scars of the darkness like so many others. (Because she had not had the strength to heal herself. She had been so tired, you see. So horribly tired.) She thinks about her comrade and her dream thing and her friend who was not a friend and so many countless others. Her mother, her father, her grandmother.
And when she reaches Loess something calls to her, something that asks her to stop. And she does and she turns her head into the wind and listens, waits to see if this place will call itself home.
HEAVEN’S GATES HAD SUCH ELOQUENT GRAFFITI
bassy would like to live here please