07-21-2018, 12:48 PM
I want to swim away but don't know how
Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean
Roseen wandered the field, keeping her distance from any strangers as she walked by in search of a good grazing spot. A little area at the side of the field had less horses, which was exactly what she was wanting. It wasn’t as if she enjoyed being alone; heaven knows, for her worst fear was being alone her whole life. But, after traveling alone for so long, one couldn’t help but become less and less social. She was used to having other horses around her, they were everywhere, but she never really spoke to any. She didn’t know how to communicate anymore, and was constantly anxious she would say or do something offensive to someone else, or something stupid and embarrass herself. Oh how she wished she could be like she was as a filly. She sighed lightly, remembering those days when she was excited to meet others and make new friends. Back then she could approach any horse, whether stranger or not, and didn’t fear a thing. But she was young and innocent then; there was nothing for a foal to worry about. Until...well, let’s just say her father showed up.Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean
Shaking her random thoughts from her mind again, she lowered her head and began grazing on the lush grass. She allowed herself to relax, freed her mind from any worry and pushed all her problems aside for her to think about later. There were many things she needed to think about, but if she didn’t allow herself to relax every once in a while she feared she would go mad. Stress and anxiety took hold of her easily, so it would be no challenge for her to lose her sanity if she allowed it to go too far.
Just as she was finishing up, she heard another horse come close. At first, she thought nothing of it, but when they spoke she lifted her head, mostly to make sure they weren’t talking to someone else, but also to see who it was. The stallion was a stranger -no surprise there- with a coat of silver bay roan, but it was the golden streaks in his mane and tail that really caught her eye. For a moment she was caught off guard, wondering why he had approached her out of all horses. “H-hello,” she replied poorly, her eyes averting a little from her shyness. Sheesh, even eye contact was difficult for her. “I’m doing alright. H-how about you?” Her heart pounded with anxiety, her mind swirling with all the possibilities of her making a friend, or of her completely ruining this opportunity.
ROSEEN
a nomad