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bentoboxed2024-08-23 10:26 pm
uncoincidental) wrote in bentoboxed2024-08-23 10:26 pm
second verse, same as the first
It's been nagging at you for a while now, hasn't it?
For the last couple of weeks, you've been feeling like something isn't quite wrapped up. Like you need to go back and take care of it - but back to where, and what is it, exactly? Is it your homeland, if you've ended up somewhere new after all is said and done? Or is it whatever place you ended up in temporarily for those horrible, traumatic weeks? Regardless of where, or how long ago it was, you know deep in your bones: it isn't over after all.
It starts as a feeling, perhaps. And then you find your thoughts wandering to the time you spent away from your worlds, to the people you met there, and to the people you left behind once it was time to part ways. Those wandering thoughts turn into vivid dreams, memories of the time you spent fighting for your lives that play on repeat each time you try to close your eyes and go to sleep.
And then, suddenly - when you wake - you find yourself in the lounge of a small apartment complex, a keyring with two keys on it on your person; one that looks like it's for a door and one that looks like it's for a mailbox. Instinctively, you know: this is your home, for now. It's where you can stay as you sort out what needs to be done.
After all, you've got unfinished business. You wouldn't be here if you didn't.
For the last couple of weeks, you've been feeling like something isn't quite wrapped up. Like you need to go back and take care of it - but back to where, and what is it, exactly? Is it your homeland, if you've ended up somewhere new after all is said and done? Or is it whatever place you ended up in temporarily for those horrible, traumatic weeks? Regardless of where, or how long ago it was, you know deep in your bones: it isn't over after all.
It starts as a feeling, perhaps. And then you find your thoughts wandering to the time you spent away from your worlds, to the people you met there, and to the people you left behind once it was time to part ways. Those wandering thoughts turn into vivid dreams, memories of the time you spent fighting for your lives that play on repeat each time you try to close your eyes and go to sleep.
And then, suddenly - when you wake - you find yourself in the lounge of a small apartment complex, a keyring with two keys on it on your person; one that looks like it's for a door and one that looks like it's for a mailbox. Instinctively, you know: this is your home, for now. It's where you can stay as you sort out what needs to be done.
After all, you've got unfinished business. You wouldn't be here if you didn't.
PROFILES
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❝ If I hadn't been so mad, if the call hadn't come at exactly that moment... I wonder if I would have answered it differently. ❞
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❝ Now we can show the angels what we really think of them. ❞