Steve Hutchison (foomf) wrote,
Steve Hutchison

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I have no idea why I feel this way, but... there's a sensation behind my heart and behind my eyes, like one or the other is wanting to burst into tears.

But. I can't. I'm a tiger. Tigers don't cry.

I could fall from grace and be an owl, but owls simply sit and watch and plot and brood and collect things to use for revenge, and that's not good for me.

I could beg for grace and be a dog... serving someone else selflessly, turning that obsession with strength to good use. But with that hollow behind my heart, I don't know how long I could do that before I caved in.

So I'm stuck in the middle.

Closed my eyes and fell into a dream. Being comforted by the light and dark sides of a being that claims to be my creator, but I know that it's not really. Neither the light nor dark sides, though they truly cared for me, was what they said they were. So I opened my eyes and let the reality back in.

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