@mutualiism / i : TRYING TO GET TO HEAVEN.
words of reassurance don’t sprout from full - lips with ease anymore. saccharine sentiments have been cast elsewhere , replaced with worry & woe. outward expression of such emotions - those which once resided within the recesses of her mind - was once an act seemingly foreign to this form. ( although that in & of itself was far more indicative of issues surrounding pride , not the lack of such emotions ). however , such assertions could be whittled down to the company she kept. perhaps the common thread ashton & liz shared was not what first eradicated her understanding of the world : leading a life tainted by a criminal father. rather , it was the upheaval of lives as a result of something of an otherworldly , cosmic - catastrophe. two beings , downtrodden by the DECIMATION of half the population all the while attempting to nurse their own , more unique misfortunes. what a pair. liz stands still within new apartment , small picture - frame in hand. cannot quite trace what drew her to the box that lead to such a find , but upon registering the image such matters become TRIVIAL. just behind the glass lies a photo depicting a young liz , adrian , & doris all - smiles at an upstate new york fair. cotton candy clutched in hand & little legs propped ‘pon the sturdy shoulders of her father whilst mother’s hand holds that which is not occupied by wisps of sugar. oh , how she so desperately longs to —— ... with a shake of her head the thought is terminated. it is then that liz sighs.
❛ when you think that you’ve lost everything ... ❜ holds up the frame then so as to allow the other see that which has brought upon great heartache. she knows her grief & all implications that accompany this image will not be be lost on him. ❛ —— you find out you could always lose a little more. ❜