12-01-2018, 02:55 AM
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//i should be asleep so if this doesnt make sense thats why
It'd be easier if he'd just outgrown the circus. In a way, maybe he had, though he knew it would always be home to him. At least a version of it, although he couldn't say it would be one of simpler times. Performing had been his life, and he'd loved it - he still loved it- but his family life wasn't the greatest. Yeah, yeah, boohoo, another kid with parents who didn't care enough- not quite. It might have been easier if his mother didn't care about him, would have left him a lot less conflicted about everything, but he knew she cared, and she missed his father, dead in an accident shortly after he was born. He knew she cared because she hadn't immediately turned to the bottle when he was younger, had held it out until her worlds before and after Boy's father must've made a racket crashing into each other. Though he didn't think sound could be made in space. Could it? Didn't matter.
What mattered was both his parents were gone, and the solo act was meant to be a special, not a constant thing. Wasn't quite the same, being up there without her.
But that was- there was nothing he could do about it. Or maybe there had been, and he was too dense to know what the hell to do, and that was on him. He just knew he couldn't stay there anymore, so he packed up his things, made his farewells to some of the other performers and Haly, and...walked. Not the best plan, was it? Kind of stupid, but he was on his own whether or not he left. At least this way he wouldn't get whiplash every time he saw his name on its own.
Though a month or two didn't give him the clarity of mind he wanted- instead, he realized how much he hadn't known before, how many different people were out here. The lion could smell them here, and it got stronger when he kept walking, until he thought the scent might liquidize his brains through his nose. "Don't wanna know who got saddled with that," he said to himself, breathing carefully. "A piss-poor job."
Ha.
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It'd be easier if he'd just outgrown the circus. In a way, maybe he had, though he knew it would always be home to him. At least a version of it, although he couldn't say it would be one of simpler times. Performing had been his life, and he'd loved it - he still loved it- but his family life wasn't the greatest. Yeah, yeah, boohoo, another kid with parents who didn't care enough- not quite. It might have been easier if his mother didn't care about him, would have left him a lot less conflicted about everything, but he knew she cared, and she missed his father, dead in an accident shortly after he was born. He knew she cared because she hadn't immediately turned to the bottle when he was younger, had held it out until her worlds before and after Boy's father must've made a racket crashing into each other. Though he didn't think sound could be made in space. Could it? Didn't matter.
What mattered was both his parents were gone, and the solo act was meant to be a special, not a constant thing. Wasn't quite the same, being up there without her.
But that was- there was nothing he could do about it. Or maybe there had been, and he was too dense to know what the hell to do, and that was on him. He just knew he couldn't stay there anymore, so he packed up his things, made his farewells to some of the other performers and Haly, and...walked. Not the best plan, was it? Kind of stupid, but he was on his own whether or not he left. At least this way he wouldn't get whiplash every time he saw his name on its own.
Though a month or two didn't give him the clarity of mind he wanted- instead, he realized how much he hadn't known before, how many different people were out here. The lion could smell them here, and it got stronger when he kept walking, until he thought the scent might liquidize his brains through his nose. "Don't wanna know who got saddled with that," he said to himself, breathing carefully. "A piss-poor job."
Ha.
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mall-caps; line-height:1.1; opacity:.9"]so you're standing in the parking lot of life, and you're trying to figure out your fate tonight, and you hear a sound coming out of the car radio saying, "son, if you don't learn, then you will never know." ━━━━━━━━
mall-caps; line-height:1.1; opacity:.9"]so you're standing in the parking lot of life, and you're trying to figure out your fate tonight, and you hear a sound coming out of the car radio saying, "son, if you don't learn, then you will never know." ━━━━━━━━