D.ance to the M.usic Posted on May 4, 2020 at 04:14:02 AM by Digital Get Down
It was the way life was. Nothing in life ever seemed permanent and who knew this better than he? Always somewhere and yet; nowhere either. The Friesian was used to wandering. He had grown accustomed to being left alone time and again. He knew what it was like to love and to be left. The sorrow just plain broke your soul. This creature should be full of hatred. He should be full of criminal behaviors. Hatred had claimed many a soul and yet; his was left out. There is no hatred in his heart. Sorrow perhaps but nothing else. The world should be his enemy honestly.
It wasn't though. Perhaps he was just tired. Too tired to care anymore. It wasn't like he was some spring colt anymore. Age was something he had to his name. Years of learning and growing. Years of being left alone. It always seemed to end the same. Perhaps he should just be destined to wandering? What kind of life was that though? It didn't seem like one that anyone would want to live. It just seemed like the world was not his companion. It was out to get him. Mother Nature had never been on his side he felt. Still though; there is compassion and hope in his heart. Why? Digital just wasn't sure anymore. Perhaps he really was just tired. Too tired to give a darn.
It is to see the young mare trotting inland from the waters. He wondered about her. What had possessed her to come from whatever safety she knew to here of all places? The land in which was common ground for many a horse. They held their own protection though; beasts could not claim another here. All that could happen was finding faces of many and perhaps conversing among them. Watching her now had him moving in her direction. He has nothing hostile in his movements and those deep brown eyes only held curiosity. He is perhaps much older than she, but he's in his prime. The best years of his life right? Not a spring colt, but not near death either. He had plenty left in him and it was time to find some friends. Conversation had never hurt him after all.
Gentle was the breath of air that left his nostrils. Warm as he pauses a soft distance from her and clears his throat. Good evening. There is a smile to find his lips now and he continues. The name is Digital. Does the lady have a name in which I can know her by? Hope then. Would this one leave him too without so much as a backwards glance? Would he find a friend and then lose them shortly in the future? Perhaps but he couldn't always live with that fear. One had to be determined in life or where would they be? Replies: