Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
Maybe the newest Outlanders would have more pluck and determination, given they hadn’t been subjected to many torments yet. But it didn’t mean history was varnished with a fine new glaze, as if nothing had occurred simply because no one had told them. Ignorance wasn’t a saving grace or an indulgent balm. “A worthy goal,” she smiled; pondering what her role would be in things – saving animals still in her wake? An inquiry for Frey perhaps, when the opportunity was there.
Her head turned back to waves, watching for a peek of fins rising over the currents, perhaps a sighting of the elusive pink dolphins to stifle the sinking feeling in her stomach. Intriguing that many had noted the Voice’s fallacies, but hadn’t said what they were. “Maybe they didn’t want to relive them,” she made mention, shrugging one shoulder, for she couldn’t speak of other people’s traumas and torments. But she’d start somewhere. “Have you heard of LongNight?”
Her head turned back to waves, watching for a peek of fins rising over the currents, perhaps a sighting of the elusive pink dolphins to stifle the sinking feeling in her stomach. Intriguing that many had noted the Voice’s fallacies, but hadn’t said what they were. “Maybe they didn’t want to relive them,” she made mention, shrugging one shoulder, for she couldn’t speak of other people’s traumas and torments. But she’d start somewhere. “Have you heard of LongNight?”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
