@tcbealive | meme
‘but it still changes ever so slightly / daily and nightly / in little ways when everything stays. ‘
he knew enough to bite his tongue but not enough to stop scaring people; war-torn suit with dried blood on the collar, on the front, on the missing button of what was once a two-piece. they’d run in terror & they’d scream & they’d point a gun, they’d threaten to kill, they’d threaten anything they could.
he could barely get out three words to quell their fear.
in little ways, everything changes. sometimes they’re so resigned into death, they almost want him to eat them, and he can never bring himself to do it. he settles for a grunt and a pack of jerky shoved into their chest, a sign of peace and to make amends (even if he is sad to see that jerky go).
sometimes there’s changes, and it’s in the form of scenery & it’s in the form of cities after what seemed like endless roaming & lumbering.
sometimes it’s in people.
like her, for instance, because she doesn’t look too hot in a good, healthy sense. she looks like a half-starved dog; a rotten orange, maybe like she’s two steps away from decay --- just like him.
sometimes these things change.
he can’t say he’s opposed to it, though. maybe it’s a nice one.
