Maea
give me shelter, or show me heart
A simple nod, understanding glinting in night-darkened eyes. "And what will you do with the knowledge, once you have collected it?" Simple curiosity brought her head askew in a cat-like manner, keen yet distant. Seaglass of multicolored hues was carefully selected and strung together in a net of fishing line, to make up a cobbled path for a candle to rest upon. It would form the base eventually, but for now it remained a mere snarl of twine in her hands.
"I agree. In essence it is nothing wrong with remembering the past. It's when one remains chained to it and unable to move forward that it becomes a hobble around ones feet." A wry twist of her mouth described a humorless smile that did not reach her gaze. "Someone I care about suggested that keeping busy and creating new memories was the way to move forward. I don't disagree - but it feels appropriate to... I don't know. Commemorate what was, perhaps? Lay it to rest, might be a better phrase."
"I agree. In essence it is nothing wrong with remembering the past. It's when one remains chained to it and unable to move forward that it becomes a hobble around ones feet." A wry twist of her mouth described a humorless smile that did not reach her gaze. "Someone I care about suggested that keeping busy and creating new memories was the way to move forward. I don't disagree - but it feels appropriate to... I don't know. Commemorate what was, perhaps? Lay it to rest, might be a better phrase."
watch me fall apart
and I'll be yours to keep
and I'll be yours to keep
