Rage is always loud.
Always.
But I learned to weather your rage quickly -
I’d had years of practice even before meeting you.
It was easy, because all of your emotions were loud
And I was quiet
And I listened carefully for the silence between
Your moods.
I could never taste the sweetness of
a moment with you
not when all of our nights turned sour.
And I accepted equally the crack of lightnin...
The chill air sat heavily in the old tunnel, thick with the smell of old bat shit, the wet miasma threatening to suffocate Ilara. Choking on air was absurd way to die, but not exactly uncommon in these lesser-known catacombs. Smuggling, as ever, had its dangers.
Perhaps worse than the smell was the darkness. The more trafficked tunnels, the safer ones, were regularly checked for air quality. Here...
I have no right to feel abandoned. I’m the one leaving, after all. It doesn’t matter why, or where I’m going, or that I have no choice but to leave. It doesn’t matter that this is home, has been my home, and I’m leaving with nowhere to go, really.
It really couldn’t matter less, because I was leaving with you.
Until you decided to stay. And you know, you know that I can’t.
I can’t stay, but ...
O what a man is capable of
When he has no fear of consequence
Before he has learned what it is to stumble
And how painful the fall
He has never feared missing a step
So sure that to fall is no different
Than to somersault
And roll unhindered along his path
But perhaps we assume he’s never known pain
Free from fear as he is
Perhaps he has
And his journey is all the more brave
To we, his anxiou...