WE'RE SPEAKING NONSENSE / camera

[bubblegum]

DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
    but the clouds are clearing up
        and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
                                              like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

Relationship with memory has been rocky, not just this past month, but for the entirety of Goldenluxury Roux's life. A child, a desire to forget, to not think about it had taken her over, pushed her to move, move, move, and not to stop. The blood on the floorboards, the sight of his body alone on the beach. A forgotten attack for retaliation, a desire to know what would happen next, only to have her young mind riddled with a deep fear she'd not even imagined possible feeling. Until she finally, ended up with the snake that would ultimately take her mind, not once, but twice. She'd been offered a way to retrieve the memories he'd blocked before, but this was not some hold or power over her head anymore. The memories had leaked out with the blood that'd spilled. There was no way to retrieve them, put it back in her body. The only thing that they could do was attempt to substitute, fill in, until new resources were enough to take care of her completely. There was a hidden worry that she would lose this, too, and be left with nothing. A worry that others wished for her old blood, that she would never be able to get that back, and that she never would be able to be anything else but the lost face, the spilled memory.

When her ma had offered her the camera, the female found herself incredibly excited, immediately afterwards taking the time to figure out exactly how it worked. Pictures were captures of small memories, and she wanted to document them all as soon as she could start. It was like keeping a visual journal on life. And so, the tigress would step out the following morning with the camera attached to a lanyard around her neck. Her paws traverse across the beach, taking a seat next to a palm tree. She reaches up for the camera, pushing it up to her eye to simply begin quietly observing, deciding to take her first pictures of the palm tree, breeze quietly pushing through the leaves.