12-07-2020, 06:08 AM
WHEN I WAS ONLY TWELVE YEARS OLD
MY PARENTS WENT WALKING
I HATE THOSE WICKED WORDS THEY'D SAY
Ceaseless progression, on life marched without care for those caught in the undertow. From dark bowls of medical housing had the prior instance been recounted, his presence lacking not without reason, much of the trivial information barely stored among hazy memories. Outsider was he where concerned such matters as the once highly regarded religious practices, best seemed such. There was nothing lost on such disregard of stars that looked upon them with cold indifference, proven little more than bright points suspended well above and no throne for the deceased to dictate from.
Present child during this proceeding, at the least, assisted across golden grains, oddly alien as thoughts turned to the splintered boards he had tread across twice each day. Yet he might not turn away from this, found placement among the rabble, surrounded upon all sides. Lost was Foam, as he seemingly wished to be, averted eyes that briefly found Rhine. Or the thing that deemed itself such, a name stolen yet not proven so. Heart squeezed, attention settling where paws were pressed into the sand. Possibly he was him, not some stranger who viewed himself on par with the lost, for now unacceptable such notion even as others readily took to it.
Begun the announcements, brief the helt stare, not understood but acknowledged the changes. It was upon his own name being called chin fell, grown sheepish now. Of course Foam had heard of how he had been given opportunity, a choice he alone may make, a waverunner - or gladiator, as they were now deemed. Thoughtless his rejection, never seen that which even made him candidate for such, proven time and time again he was only a child with nothing to offer but hardship.
Present child during this proceeding, at the least, assisted across golden grains, oddly alien as thoughts turned to the splintered boards he had tread across twice each day. Yet he might not turn away from this, found placement among the rabble, surrounded upon all sides. Lost was Foam, as he seemingly wished to be, averted eyes that briefly found Rhine. Or the thing that deemed itself such, a name stolen yet not proven so. Heart squeezed, attention settling where paws were pressed into the sand. Possibly he was him, not some stranger who viewed himself on par with the lost, for now unacceptable such notion even as others readily took to it.
Begun the announcements, brief the helt stare, not understood but acknowledged the changes. It was upon his own name being called chin fell, grown sheepish now. Of course Foam had heard of how he had been given opportunity, a choice he alone may make, a waverunner - or gladiator, as they were now deemed. Thoughtless his rejection, never seen that which even made him candidate for such, proven time and time again he was only a child with nothing to offer but hardship.
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