NiNES
Sometimes I feel like the heaviest of sorrows are lodged in my chest, and maybe it is th heaviest of sorrows, though it only shows face when my Amaterasu is not at my side. Every second she is not within reach of me feels like a loss, like a fresh wound torn deep into my ochre pelt, and if I ever truly lose her, I fear it would break my heart into a thing that could never be repaired. I have grown much too attached to the daughter of the sun. I miss her so deeply while I think these things, because I care very so deeply of my traveling companion. A part of me is telling me that I need to look harder, that she cannot possibly have gotten too far off from me. Another part of me argued that to keep looking would be to show a distrust of her ability to take care of herself.
The next thing I know I am tumbling to the ground with the breath leaving my lungs, my light ochre golden fur all messed up and yet still glinting in the light the sun offered. The morning light seems to pick out and make glow the different shades of ochre gold in my coat, empasizing very clearly the light tones from the darker ones, contrasting sharply with the light silver of my eyes haloed in a bright sapphire. Gold hued fur ripples slightly as she rests her head upon my neck, and a deep thrumming sound almost like a purr leaves my throat, the scent of my love filling the air around me. She has come to me instead of me finding her, well, more like pounced on me like a hunter trapping a rabbit. It was so like the Amaterasu I love, she who makes me know where I belong in this world, she is the only one who makes me secure no matter where I go. The only thing that means everything in the world to me is right here beside me, and that is all I want. I know how this corrupt world works, I am no feel because this world takes those ignorant and tears them apart piece by piece.
That is what this world is. Cruel and corrupt. In order to survive one needs to break away, from everything and anything they had been told to believe and know, you need to leave it all behind. This is what I had done to become who I am today, becaue I could not bear to lose my Amaterasu. I suppose it is too much to hope for, that this world can change. A small voice within whispers that things will never get better, but that time will heal the wounds created. I am not sure if I believe this, after all how much can time truly do? I do not speak to my Amaterasu, I do not need to use my voice, there needs to be nothing conveyed to release my thoughts. I am content where I am in this moment, after all it can't get much better than this.
anarchy flip side of the coin
I'm bleeding out the mouth but I hope you know I'm stronger now
I wont go down 'til I'm six feet underground
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