KORBIN
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed,
That blushed and bloomed,
He felt like a child again. And maybe that was just how it should be. Because really, when was the last time he acted like one? He grew up too fast. So did she, really, and maybe that was the whole problem. They were really just kids, struggling desperately to stay alive in a world that had no place for weakness. They needed to be hugged more, loved more, but all they were given were matchboxes and knives, a map half drawn on the road to survival. Plenty of help along the way, sure, but they still had to figure stuff out on their own.
Korbin felt the love and warmth in that small kiss, in the way she held him tighter. And he wrapped his arms around her, pulled her in close; cried like a little boy, as something shifted and eased inside. How many breakdowns did it take to reach rock bottom? Was this it? Had he stopped falling now? He prayed it wouldn't get worse than this. That this was the bottom, and all he had to do now was to start the climb back into himself.
If she wanted to place burdens on him, he would be happy to carry them. She was his reason, and Korbin didn't hesitate to place the weight of that on her. Because it was that important. Meant that much. And he believed from the bottom of his heart that she was strong enough to carry it with her back straight. That kind of love was a responsibility; maybe one he desperately needed to bear.
Korbin felt the love and warmth in that small kiss, in the way she held him tighter. And he wrapped his arms around her, pulled her in close; cried like a little boy, as something shifted and eased inside. How many breakdowns did it take to reach rock bottom? Was this it? Had he stopped falling now? He prayed it wouldn't get worse than this. That this was the bottom, and all he had to do now was to start the climb back into himself.
If she wanted to place burdens on him, he would be happy to carry them. She was his reason, and Korbin didn't hesitate to place the weight of that on her. Because it was that important. Meant that much. And he believed from the bottom of his heart that she was strong enough to carry it with her back straight. That kind of love was a responsibility; maybe one he desperately needed to bear.
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
Of the old time entombed.
