avid92
Myths aren't true, but they are debatable. They are figments of somebody's imagination. They help explain things in this world that are hard to cope with; hard to understand. So, I'm wondering. Are you my myth? Because you certainly qualify--you definitely have all of those traits.
I was running, kicking up dirt and water and mud. I was running away from my past, from my future, from you. I just wanted to leave this place, and the mud was trying to weigh me down; trying to convince me that I wouldn't go.
We have nothing in common. We are unalike in every way. Why do I feel like we are the same, like we're supposed to be together? We aren't the same. We are different and yet, our uncommoness sets us apart from the rest.
I didn't want to salute. I wanted to go back home, curl up in a ball, and cry my eyes out. But that's a weakness. I am a soldier. I am not weak. So, I saluted. I was saying goodbye to everything and everyone I had ever known.
I carved a semi-circle out of a piece of apple with my knife.
"Why did you leave me?" I asked, but only the wind answered.
I popped the apple piece into my mouth. It tasted sweet, and it made me sick.
Why did you go?
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