The Dulled Inevitable {D9 Train}
Jan 29, 2018 22:42:06 GMT -5
Post by Cameo {RIP Charlie} on Jan 29, 2018 22:42:06 GMT -5
Apollo Salon
Simply witnessing such events fails to portray the sullen truth, which is probably often the matter in varies occasions. Actually bearing the shoes of the picture is an entirely different manner altogether. The sulking features of the past selected scarcely scratched the surface of the possible emotions to ignite. Never would I have imagined that numbness would cocoon me, like the warmth of an embrace sheltering me from the destruction occurring around, during such an event as this. Perhaps it’s simply due to my inability to wonder on the rollercoaster of this position before, consistently being overburdened by the responsibilities of my reality to consider another’s. But now that this label is tattooing itself upon the depths of my core, I’m forced to delve into the unknown of this foreign journey.
Somehow the Children I’ve gained to mother, despite the youth of my years and lack of a bloodline link connecting any of us, have discovered a path to wave their sorrowful goodbyes as I board the train to my unforgiving fate. Moments before their crocodile tears were staining my dress and porcelain skin, while my own cheeks remained barren and dry. Confidence coed them with sturdy emotions, while within my soul is paralyzed to the truth they’ve grasped all too well upon their weeping exteriors. Hands soothed their backs in gentle sways, with uncertainty of what these very fingers may perform within the near future - how soft they may no longer be in the weeks to come. And still I remain dulled to the travels ahead.
There’s a dire urge to divert my vision from gazing through the window at the numerous, enlarged, tearful eyes pleading for me to not depart. Sight scans through the petite crowd of our family, searching for your powerful presence comforting the scarred Youth we’ve collected - and it’s painfully no surprise to comprehend you’re absent from the scene at hand. A lip pierces between my teeth in more fear of each of their impending forthcomings rather then my own, though I have yet to budge my stare from upon them. A crowd could be breach upon this room, or isolation may continue to coddle me, while I’m left beyond distracted from my current surroundings nor the inevitable to come.
