// somebody told me that there's two sides to this life //
Time ceased to matter when the border between day and night disappeared. There was only waking and sleeping, only working until she couldn't stay on her feet a moment longer and enduring what sparse few moments of rest she could pry out between fretful tossing and haunted nightmares. It came to a point where being around people had her seething with hopeless rage with no source outside of her own mind; and so she withdrew, disappearing into the backrooms with a clipboard and a pen as a convenient excuse to remain out of sight.
Counting barrels of beer and ale, whiskey and wine until her eyes swam, Maea thought she was doing a decent job of holding herself together. Looking down at the list however, with its mess of blotches and scratched out mistakes, told a complely different story. How many times had she lost count and been forced to start over by now? An ironic metaphor for her life in general, and one she didn't care much for. Just look at where it had taken her. From growing and changing, into hiding away disheveled and worn down in a dusty store room, with only the occasional wine spider for company. Self inflicted isolation because it beat the alternative...
Grimacing, she ripped off the paper and crumpled it in her hand, then tossed it over a shoulder and started over. Again, from the top.
Counting barrels of beer and ale, whiskey and wine until her eyes swam, Maea thought she was doing a decent job of holding herself together. Looking down at the list however, with its mess of blotches and scratched out mistakes, told a complely different story. How many times had she lost count and been forced to start over by now? An ironic metaphor for her life in general, and one she didn't care much for. Just look at where it had taken her. From growing and changing, into hiding away disheveled and worn down in a dusty store room, with only the occasional wine spider for company. Self inflicted isolation because it beat the alternative...
Grimacing, she ripped off the paper and crumpled it in her hand, then tossed it over a shoulder and started over. Again, from the top.
Maea
// I think I might've chosen darkness over light //
