slurred heart [atlas/cassie]

Daylight becomes defined as another memory in passing and I am left questioning how many more times I will see the sunset. To call it 'beautiful' would be a lie but it's predictable and measurable, and while it represents the collapse of everything normal and needed, it also symbolizes the predictable cycle that comes with keeping a polarized equilibrium stable. Watching the sunset no longer reminds me of an equilibrium to set and stare; it just reminds me to continue counting the days and the ticks.

One for a reality check, two for good measure.

For the second time in the days I silently pray will not blur and slur into nothing but motion, I decide to leave a peaceful sleep as another passerby in my hopes coupled with grim burdens. Not even bothering to strip and take solace in the bed covers in the familiarity of local bed covers, I step out of the district one quarters without so much as a word or glance to my district partners or mentors and decide I would fare better braving the cold.

I find myself drifting from the familiar shadows and throw open the door and keep eye contact retired and concentrated onto the rooftop floor.

One quick flash of blonde and I throw my eyes up to find the space already invaded by something other than a death-defying force field fixed around the perimeter. She's a tribute, a career, but her name slips my mind and I can't quite seem to fit together the correct letters in the correct correlation.

I still manage a smile anyway. "A bit cold to be sitting out here in the dark by yourself don't you think?"