edithlestrange
It seems a distant thing. Like touch is not getting close. He turned his face away from hers on her shoulder. They were together, but he needn't meet her eyes. He doesn't know what that means.
You have to have it to be able to be anybody. People without flare are like weeds. Flare could be like the tips of your ears or your shoulders are on fire. Or that you douse everything in blue. Or that you turn things to ice with a touch. That your cheeks are the roundest part of your face. Flare.
I have nothing to say about success. It is a personal achievement dependent entirely on the people who can attest to it being that. I have not succeeded.
We couldn't find our way. No one could. The route had been designed for specific people with a specific purpose, even if both the people and purpose were general. They had not been designed for us. And we did not know how to get to that destination. It took us all the time of the journey -- the thinking we were wrong -- to realize that we had an entirely different destination than the route posited. And that we would get there even if we did not want to get there.
Wishing for a fire to burn down the house so that I could finally move out without having to tell my parents that Living With Homophobes Is Like Living Among Ashes Already not that I would tell them that because it would have no context what with the house not having burned down as it was going to have to do if I was going to communicate ANYTHING to them.
Old, I guess, and more functional, cathartic. We are changing over into the digital age, and our satisfaction will derive from something besides that pounding and manual revisions. What? Printing? Will we stop needing to touch something to be convinced it is real? What about religion on the Internet? Is God on the Internet?