11-24-2020, 12:16 PM
DEAR FRIEND as you know, your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.
Her son had requested getting a tattoo similar to her own, and she would be happy to oblige. He'd grown enough that it wouldn't cause any odd stretches in his fur, and he was old enough to know how to choose something he'd like. The female would bring her supplies with her that morning, humming to herself as she walked towards her son's home. Once her apprentice resided with him, though she'd not seen the other in some time. But such was the way, with the waves people came and went as they needed. She'd grown used to such a feeling in her almost three years of life. But, she always had somebody. Her family, no matter what, was always there. And that's all that really mattered to her. She was glad to have her son by her side, no matter what they'd gone through. And she was excited to help him create this tattoo.
And so, with her supplies, the tigress would approach the entrance to her son's home. She was sad when he'd moved out, but she didn't stop him. And, he visited often, so she didn't find it so bad. They still lived close enough to each other, at least. She knew he needed his own space, and she knew the effects that everything that'd occurred took. She still dealt with her own turmoil regarding similar occurrences. Perhaps this would be a good chance to speak about them, finally. He'd learned of grief at a young age, and she could only hope everything she taught him helped him today. Still humming, the captain gently knocks on the boy's door, waiting patiently for him to open it and let her in to start their session.
And so, with her supplies, the tigress would approach the entrance to her son's home. She was sad when he'd moved out, but she didn't stop him. And, he visited often, so she didn't find it so bad. They still lived close enough to each other, at least. She knew he needed his own space, and she knew the effects that everything that'd occurred took. She still dealt with her own turmoil regarding similar occurrences. Perhaps this would be a good chance to speak about them, finally. He'd learned of grief at a young age, and she could only hope everything she taught him helped him today. Still humming, the captain gently knocks on the boy's door, waiting patiently for him to open it and let her in to start their session.
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.