12-13-2020, 06:14 AM
To exist is deceptively simple, yet to live a hardship unadorned by frivolous lies.
A dream, twisted and warped beneath the harsh edge only reality may bare with any dignity, that she had gone through, remnants spat back to the world left to pick up those few pieces left. Yet not truly forgein those struggles, simply different their cast. It seemed none may depart this life unscathed, about such hung the moniker of growth.
Yet how might one grow from this, held in chest a pain that consumes, clean picked the heart until it became a husk of stone. How might this be living, each day grown a conquest, surviving a daunting task displacing all else. Might growing numb be truly deemed life, even simply existence, or is one simply made a suitable coffin of their body until the worms may do as they wish with the flesh.
Even behind iron bars she may not be diminished, focal point present for all to look upon, the cruelty faux monarch enacted with careless abandon on show. Yet never had he crossed that distance, averted attention as though ignorance may make him blind to that which befouled the beyond,a simple and childish want. Nothing but sorrow had derived from such action, silent his observation of her staggering movement, thought budding behind worry worn upon gentle visage. Still there was no hurry, rather he seemed adamant on hesitating, each step slow as traversed the town.
"Do you need some help…" Clumsy his tongue as forced the words forth, assessment of her condition making apparent such was a rather useless query. It was all Salvia may offer all the same, uneasy as he plucked a few fallen leaves up, cracking as he worked them between his claws. "Not to say you aren't doing well just it seemed you might need it, or, uh, well not need it but might make it easier. I-I'm sorry, I uh…" His voice finally trailed into silence and his gaze shifted towards a far off point, grown unwilling to address the other any further as self directed reprimands filled his head.
[table][tr][td]A dream, twisted and warped beneath the harsh edge only reality may bare with any dignity, that she had gone through, remnants spat back to the world left to pick up those few pieces left. Yet not truly forgein those struggles, simply different their cast. It seemed none may depart this life unscathed, about such hung the moniker of growth.
Yet how might one grow from this, held in chest a pain that consumes, clean picked the heart until it became a husk of stone. How might this be living, each day grown a conquest, surviving a daunting task displacing all else. Might growing numb be truly deemed life, even simply existence, or is one simply made a suitable coffin of their body until the worms may do as they wish with the flesh.
Even behind iron bars she may not be diminished, focal point present for all to look upon, the cruelty faux monarch enacted with careless abandon on show. Yet never had he crossed that distance, averted attention as though ignorance may make him blind to that which befouled the beyond,a simple and childish want. Nothing but sorrow had derived from such action, silent his observation of her staggering movement, thought budding behind worry worn upon gentle visage. Still there was no hurry, rather he seemed adamant on hesitating, each step slow as traversed the town.
"Do you need some help…" Clumsy his tongue as forced the words forth, assessment of her condition making apparent such was a rather useless query. It was all Salvia may offer all the same, uneasy as he plucked a few fallen leaves up, cracking as he worked them between his claws. "Not to say you aren't doing well just it seemed you might need it, or, uh, well not need it but might make it easier. I-I'm sorry, I uh…" His voice finally trailed into silence and his gaze shifted towards a far off point, grown unwilling to address the other any further as self directed reprimands filled his head.
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But I wish I could I could show you more of yourself, I wish I could make you somebody else but I left it way too late, are you stuck in your own ways? you only look at me properly now when you're drunk watching movies. where are you? what happened? I want what we had
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