@maiminglight said : ❝ i will have my freedom. ❞
✒ the bear & the nightingale / slowly accepting.
FURY IS A SECOND HEARTBEAT, it houses thick tendons and wild muscles, palpating in your chest as any other pulpy organ still might. what must live must also endure. this had always been the way of things. though the initial rapturous wanderings of life are fruitful at first, bursting in all motes of potential, there is some strained and longed for, something that captures that fervent flame by its throat and cages it. never was this a gentle radiance burgeoned from heaven, but an untamed fraction of a second bleeding through several wounds.
❝ you will. ❞ her tongue catches, echoes and ripples back those self - same words. quiet is the affirmation and spoken not just to appease them, but to rather appease herself. she does not like to measure a life’s worth in accomplishments, for what is the physical weight of iron when posed against the ethereal consistency of a soul ? nothing.
together, they do not stand side - by side. they stand as raised towers of daylight in a kingdom of dust, once forgotten but twice as feared. aether sinks and sinks, looping until coiling until tripping over its own shafts of putty matter. she merely watches the rise and fall. ❝ you will feast upon the heart of the world. ❞
