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11-22-2016, 06:35 PM
Look at the stars,
see how they shine for you
Time fell away.
It slipped past silken fingertips in silence, not daring to disturb the atmosphere that moved on around them. Day and night--there was no longer any difference. To them it was merely missed opportunities and proof that she wasn't ready. To them it meant a continued absence; a loss of pieces of herself that were already so far out of reach. It was a stain on her memory that would never be removed, a gaping hole in her timeline that could never be filled.
Time sat heavy on her heart.
She wasn't ready. The great desert sands that bled orange and red and yellow greeted her and she repaid its kindness by turning tail and walking the way she came. That great bridge she stood upon, shimmering it's same color, lay in a waste behind her--a waste her to and her to it after all was said and done. And even then such little words were exchanged that she was sure it had been a waste for Essetia too.
And since then, her final goal had died with him. With the one Elsa told her to find. Gaucho. And now she could never go back. She could never get him back.
She has heard the whisperings. The entire land had outright shifted and changed as old legends died and new ones were born. She shared short conversations with those she passed; yet distance was always kept between her and the horned. Torleik came to mind every time, his genuine concern for something she couldn't remember the meaning behind. But he was different, and somehow she knew they once shared a connected past despite her memories that were buried deep beneath the earth. She wondered--would she ever run across him again?
Would she ever see anyone again?
The desire to be kept hidden in the arms of the forest called to her greater than any other thought. But she knew if she was to move on, if she was to make something of herself, she couldn't oblige. She had to be like she was years ago, a foal lost to the world who had enough heart to survive.
She would survive.
It slipped past silken fingertips in silence, not daring to disturb the atmosphere that moved on around them. Day and night--there was no longer any difference. To them it was merely missed opportunities and proof that she wasn't ready. To them it meant a continued absence; a loss of pieces of herself that were already so far out of reach. It was a stain on her memory that would never be removed, a gaping hole in her timeline that could never be filled.
Time sat heavy on her heart.
She wasn't ready. The great desert sands that bled orange and red and yellow greeted her and she repaid its kindness by turning tail and walking the way she came. That great bridge she stood upon, shimmering it's same color, lay in a waste behind her--a waste her to and her to it after all was said and done. And even then such little words were exchanged that she was sure it had been a waste for Essetia too.
And since then, her final goal had died with him. With the one Elsa told her to find. Gaucho. And now she could never go back. She could never get him back.
She has heard the whisperings. The entire land had outright shifted and changed as old legends died and new ones were born. She shared short conversations with those she passed; yet distance was always kept between her and the horned. Torleik came to mind every time, his genuine concern for something she couldn't remember the meaning behind. But he was different, and somehow she knew they once shared a connected past despite her memories that were buried deep beneath the earth. She wondered--would she ever run across him again?
Would she ever see anyone again?
The desire to be kept hidden in the arms of the forest called to her greater than any other thought. But she knew if she was to move on, if she was to make something of herself, she couldn't oblige. She had to be like she was years ago, a foal lost to the world who had enough heart to survive.
She would survive.
STARS FADING BUT I LINGER ON DEAR
STILL CRAVING YOUR KISS
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