February 13, 2024, 07:18 AM
'Mac closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose, pressing his chin to his chest.
It does no good to try and keep them away. Let them come. The sun will shine when it is ready.
It was becoming more evident to the young man that the only way out of pain was through. The ghosts that constantly visited, the shadows that lurked in the dark recesses of his mind - they all begged for attention, for their time in the light so that they might be transformed into something more, something beautiful, something bittersweet.
His eyes only opened when Dutch spoke once more, and they were large and sorrowful, the blacks of his pupils reducing his irises to mere whispers of brass.
"Would... you show me this place? I think I'd very much like to visit," he replied softly, barely above a whisper.
Matters of the spirit had been discussed only in passing in his family; the unseen world was something he was being forced to grapple with largely on his own. But Sumac was quickly forming his own beliefs as he contended with the heavy, thick fog of grief. Would he find solace in this crying wind? Would he glimpse the end of suffering for even the barest moment while standing on the ancient frozen surface of the glacier? He could only throw his faith to the breeze, as he had nothing to lose in that regard.
It does no good to try and keep them away. Let them come. The sun will shine when it is ready.
It was becoming more evident to the young man that the only way out of pain was through. The ghosts that constantly visited, the shadows that lurked in the dark recesses of his mind - they all begged for attention, for their time in the light so that they might be transformed into something more, something beautiful, something bittersweet.
His eyes only opened when Dutch spoke once more, and they were large and sorrowful, the blacks of his pupils reducing his irises to mere whispers of brass.
"Would... you show me this place? I think I'd very much like to visit," he replied softly, barely above a whisper.
Matters of the spirit had been discussed only in passing in his family; the unseen world was something he was being forced to grapple with largely on his own. But Sumac was quickly forming his own beliefs as he contended with the heavy, thick fog of grief. Would he find solace in this crying wind? Would he glimpse the end of suffering for even the barest moment while standing on the ancient frozen surface of the glacier? He could only throw his faith to the breeze, as he had nothing to lose in that regard.
…Even in the darkest night
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mama cuts like a man-of-war - by Easy - January 17, 2024, 06:18 PM
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RE: mama cuts like a man-of-war - by Sumac - February 01, 2024, 11:12 AM
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