atlas,
i hope you know where you're going, but you're just as lost as me
you walk with such conviction and I'm eyes-closed following
Sometimes he felt like he talked too much; in his own ears, his words never carried much weight. Was that all he was full of-- wasted breath? Hot air and unwanted opinions? Willoughby seemed to be listening close enough, but was what he was telling her truly helpful? Because, what was he telling her, really, besides what she could see for her own two eyes? That the world was on the brink of a crisis? Everything was in schism, verging on the edge of a crevasse, deep and cold and unholy?
He couldn’t really say that, could he?
“Quite,” he agreed, lifting his head to scan the distance. It wasn’t really a question of him fitting in, he supposed, as he wasn’t… well, he wasn’t odd. He wasn’t special. He wasn’t wanted, nor unwanted. He was perfectly average, in most aspects.
But where he built his nest, the snakes came to live; it was only when you were comfortable that you could experience the loss of it.
She stirred him from his morose thoughts with a fond goodbye, and he dipped his head and repeated the shared sentiments. “And you as well, Willoughby. Safe travels!”
Like a wisp in the night, she was gone just as quick as she’d appeared, and there was little more for Atlas to do than drift amongst the moonflowers.
He couldn’t really say that, could he?
“Quite,” he agreed, lifting his head to scan the distance. It wasn’t really a question of him fitting in, he supposed, as he wasn’t… well, he wasn’t odd. He wasn’t special. He wasn’t wanted, nor unwanted. He was perfectly average, in most aspects.
But where he built his nest, the snakes came to live; it was only when you were comfortable that you could experience the loss of it.
She stirred him from his morose thoughts with a fond goodbye, and he dipped his head and repeated the shared sentiments. “And you as well, Willoughby. Safe travels!”
Like a wisp in the night, she was gone just as quick as she’d appeared, and there was little more for Atlas to do than drift amongst the moonflowers.
