@avoleuse to shadow ( ... ) : “looking for something?”
DIRT ROADS THAT’LL TAKE HER HOME, HOME, HOME. A METEOR CRASHES LAST FLASH BEFORE THE PLUNGE OF DARKNESS. AN ABYSS, WHERE SHE CAN NESTLE HER BODY INTO A MERE CONTORTION OF LIMBS. you look for yourself in all of these, don’t you? it is heavier to be asunder than to be whole. what a sick, twisted consolation prize. the less of me that there is, the deeper the burden croons into my shoulders. makes room for the rot settle in the crux of her core. but tell me, dear shadow - * have you ever met a whole person? someone who is not catering to some form of their own ruination. see, the absence of light comes in all shapes and sizes. anger & grief. water & flames. fight & flight. she chose to wield hers from the sky. it’s a wonder why she keeps looking in all the wrong places. ( ground level ) GROUNDED. oh, isn’t that akin to a death sentence? looking ... looking ... looking ... ❝ you’re a pain in my ass, you know that? ❞ lou finally acknowledges. arms fold across her breast, eyes narrowing up through her brows. ❝ the radio was right here. look, i love a good game as much as the next person, ❞ this is neither here nor there on the scale of truth or lie. always a conflicting contradiction. ❝ but i need it. where did it go? ❞
