Unbound, unkempt, uncertain [Anyone]

[Insignificance]

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Two shapes moved across an open field. Neither had a name. It is with an odd sense of familiarity that I fall into her steps, as if I belong there. Tucked beneath the protection of a figmental wing – indifferent to the rest of the world as long as I am with her.  It is almost as if we belong together – two hapless, hopeless figures lost to the eminence that reigns here. I am lulled into a false sense of security by the soothing sound of her voice – the lands changed, of course – what a perfectly plausible explanation to my lack of memories. Even the names of the lands seem familiar to my battered ears – Chamber, Valley, I know those places. At her last words however, I stop – so sudden that I might have toppled over, had I not caught my step the very last moment. Slung into terror by the familiar, spiraling feeling of realization. As I breathe (suddenly it has become an effort, a pining wheeze that rolls against the walls of my lungs and struggles to remain) tiny pieces and fractions of memory recollect, puzzle-like and pointless at first.  Kavi The memory of him bring fire-hot tears to my eyes– realizing how much I have missed his boy’s heart and his sweet words; for the gentleness he brought to the surface like dew, for the secrets we shared next to a sighing forest and his touch like rain… But you left him I realize this and the pain resurfaces anew, and it is guilt that now softens the lines of my face, and in regaining myself I am childlike and small once again.  I grasp, struggle to find my breath as through I have been submerged in the winter-dark waters that placidly lull underneath thick blankets of ice. It is as though I have resurfaced from some pseudo-death, ripe with revelation and terror. And it is my turn to retrace my steps, to shy away from the sunfire-eyes of my companion (they seem swollen with infinity, they seem so familiar), ”Kavi” I whisper and the name burns white-hot on my lips. But there is no time for explanations – the syrupy-sweet voice of another breaks into the cotton of my hazy mind, and I can feel the muscles of Kagerus stiffen beside me. Fight or flight For a moment – I am thankful – I don´t think my fragile mind could take much more tonight, but I immediately tense up as her words fly through the air like hurricanes on a lazy summer day. I lift my head – still struck with confusion and watch the boy responsible of turning my sweet companion into a lioness. Barely older than a colt – despite his precocious words. My flinty gaze softens a little – and I press a reassuring muzzle into the shoulder of my company. ”He´s just a foal, he won´t hurt us” I whisper, naïve to the dirty minds of stallions. No-one ever laid eyes upon plain, old Insignificance.   I force myself to meet his gaze then, and the dull of my eyes shine with torment above a struggling smile.   ”You won´t hurt us, will you?”   How I wish I could be an echo of the content, peaceful creature I was just moments before!   "Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for."   insignificance