10-23-2018, 06:43 AM
[align=center][div style="width:450px; font-size:8.6pt;line-height:1.2;font-family:calibri;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:.5px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]Trio were they, though beyond simplistic differences of memory broken into shards of glass better left is what connects them, yet so too is there change there.
Ever shifting and changing, colour contained within the frame of bone and skin, lost upon a mind that had grown weary. Short was his time, bare when placed within comparison to a great many counted amongst their numbers, speaking of experience that left the child wanting. Knowledge had become fodder almost, want there to expand a mind that seemed a sponge, but there was lack of grounding. It seemed not to matter how many times eyes passed over each passage, words stark upon the surface of the page, his mind refused to retain the information. So too had it become with faces, mixing together until they had become a jumbled puzzle missing pieces while others bore pieces cut down so they may fit. Select were the few who lingered, names caught upon a tongue given no voice though the want was there to speak, but time saw them grow blurred about edges he clung to.
Upon the flip he had no want for such things, ensnared within memory, given a place amongst those permitted passage in the books he enjoyed, it had grown a sour taste. Shadow was he, given the gentle beat of heart and the exhale of breath, the drag of it catching as gold watched the world. Almost had he become a bystander within his own life, yet what was to say such was not his want. Many times had the desire to run from this place, permit the memory to crumble into dust, risen. Something kept him from doing such, however, faint want to see through a business he had not the words to speak of.
Bright gold found the two, strangers both though one held slight familiarity. It seemed the impression she imparted was one lingering upon mind such as his, overworked as edges were pushed further. Little could be said for such, accomplishment easily gained but so too is it easily lost. Press of small paws upon the soft soil, the uneasy sway of the body as Harland moved closer. He had grown better at moving without the aid of a fourth limb, almost grew comfortable enough to do so without trouble, but still the threat was present.
Words lingered, caught upon the edge of thought before another was there. There was nothing there which spoke of prior meeting, a canine given height above his own, eyes lifting to find those toned in a stark shade of blue. Nothing of disgust was there, instead it was curiosity wound about a faint unease, present always within eyes that grew wide. “Hello...” Attention drifted away, found the other two present once more, soft curl of smile upon his lips.
Ever shifting and changing, colour contained within the frame of bone and skin, lost upon a mind that had grown weary. Short was his time, bare when placed within comparison to a great many counted amongst their numbers, speaking of experience that left the child wanting. Knowledge had become fodder almost, want there to expand a mind that seemed a sponge, but there was lack of grounding. It seemed not to matter how many times eyes passed over each passage, words stark upon the surface of the page, his mind refused to retain the information. So too had it become with faces, mixing together until they had become a jumbled puzzle missing pieces while others bore pieces cut down so they may fit. Select were the few who lingered, names caught upon a tongue given no voice though the want was there to speak, but time saw them grow blurred about edges he clung to.
Upon the flip he had no want for such things, ensnared within memory, given a place amongst those permitted passage in the books he enjoyed, it had grown a sour taste. Shadow was he, given the gentle beat of heart and the exhale of breath, the drag of it catching as gold watched the world. Almost had he become a bystander within his own life, yet what was to say such was not his want. Many times had the desire to run from this place, permit the memory to crumble into dust, risen. Something kept him from doing such, however, faint want to see through a business he had not the words to speak of.
Bright gold found the two, strangers both though one held slight familiarity. It seemed the impression she imparted was one lingering upon mind such as his, overworked as edges were pushed further. Little could be said for such, accomplishment easily gained but so too is it easily lost. Press of small paws upon the soft soil, the uneasy sway of the body as Harland moved closer. He had grown better at moving without the aid of a fourth limb, almost grew comfortable enough to do so without trouble, but still the threat was present.
Words lingered, caught upon the edge of thought before another was there. There was nothing there which spoke of prior meeting, a canine given height above his own, eyes lifting to find those toned in a stark shade of blue. Nothing of disgust was there, instead it was curiosity wound about a faint unease, present always within eyes that grew wide. “Hello...” Attention drifted away, found the other two present once more, soft curl of smile upon his lips.