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07-15-2014, 07:38 PM
Beauty, Grace, Devotion. These are not my attributes. Like my mother I have a hard time being those three things. Apparently I had a hard time being devoted like my father. Because honestly? Where was he all my life? Exactly. Being a awful horrible father and never showing up. Yeah, my mother knew how to pick 'em.
But despite all that, here I was. But where the hell was here? I had crossed some kind of threshold, into some weird crazy land. Well, it certainly couldn't be as crazy as some lands. Or maybe, it was crazier? My hazel eyes slowly turn to gaze around me, and I admit to myself it is beautiful, in a calm sort of way. Unlike I. Scars littering my once beautiful fiery coat. I guess in that same way as my mother I had a hard time with authority. Well, I had a hard time with everything. I was gruff, A rugged man, rough around the edges. My feelings where buried under scar tissue, probably unreachable by now. Mutters sound around me, and I gaze about in mild interest. Laughter spills, agreements echo. Denial is there too, right next to rejection. And I move closer into this land, making assumptions to where this was. Whispers floated, whispers of names I had never heard of. Herd names perhaps? Or maybe lands far away? So, what was this place?
Each step I sink slightly in the soft pine strewn ground. I stop, gazing around me. So, where do you get a drink in this joint? Because I'm thirsty.
But despite all that, here I was. But where the hell was here? I had crossed some kind of threshold, into some weird crazy land. Well, it certainly couldn't be as crazy as some lands. Or maybe, it was crazier? My hazel eyes slowly turn to gaze around me, and I admit to myself it is beautiful, in a calm sort of way. Unlike I. Scars littering my once beautiful fiery coat. I guess in that same way as my mother I had a hard time with authority. Well, I had a hard time with everything. I was gruff, A rugged man, rough around the edges. My feelings where buried under scar tissue, probably unreachable by now. Mutters sound around me, and I gaze about in mild interest. Laughter spills, agreements echo. Denial is there too, right next to rejection. And I move closer into this land, making assumptions to where this was. Whispers floated, whispers of names I had never heard of. Herd names perhaps? Or maybe lands far away? So, what was this place?
Each step I sink slightly in the soft pine strewn ground. I stop, gazing around me. So, where do you get a drink in this joint? Because I'm thirsty.
