@nowpope / cont
what choice does she have but to sit with - well, everything?
she is made up of so many things, but that which dominates her existence is patience. it is that which climbs atop the shoulders of all other parts of her, to escape the abyss and suck in the last good breath of air above the tide pool of existence which drowns her, oh so dutifully.
there is no reason to be anything but patient, if you are sister ana maria. she moves slowly through this world, stopping only to sit (and pray). she will continue to move slowly until her heart gives out. and then, perhaps, she will sit some more.
it can be exhausting to be patient. what is there to wait for?
"no change, then."
which is what happens, when you sign up to a life of stagnancy in a world that refuses to stop turning.
"does it ever -" she dips her head, lets her eyes lower and fall away. "- shall i make some tea, holy father?"
