Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
And so they were sorry, and lost, and far from home. The difference between them and how the future might unfold, Maea thought, would lie in the depth of connection with those around. Her bonds had always been flimsy, but she knew Alys would have Talyson by her side, and from the looks of it, a growing community to lean on. Getting tired of my own words
"Mh, I've tried to adjust to the changes in the Grounds, but it is proving difficult. Do you have any tips om how to let go of the past?" Evie had said that home was not something to find, but rather one that you built for yourself. Or, if one was lucky, was raised into. But when all was ashes and all that remained was memory, how did she proceed? Did she not owe it to herself and those gone before her to remember?
Barely tasting the stew and eating out of habit more than hunger, she considered the woman beside her, wondering what revelations had come to her, between the leaving and the settling down.
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
