thirawr
Weak is the opposite of strong
But what is dark without light
Or pain without love
Or bad without good?
Some just succumb to their fear
I woke up on Sunday new. Reborn.
Except I didn't necessarily wake up. I just walked out the door. I'd been up. But the past twelve hours had been a slow change of course, a slow change of direction in my life.
The anxiety I'd been ignoring for the longest time slowly crept back, but this time I knew I couldn't ignore it. It was time to start fresh.
I've only been on this campus for a month or two. The days are blending together, it's all becoming a blur. But I have learned something
Dominance.
You look at people as they walk by you, and you make eye contact. Do you look away? No. You stare. You stare into their eyes until you look away.
It scares the living shit out of people, really.
"Oh, I'm so happy!" she smiled to herself, holding her various shopping bags and boxes.
She shuffled in the huge double doors and remembered briefly her husband was still not him. He was still working in Europe. She wasn't sure when he'd be back. She was helped up to her room by one of the maids and she sat on her bed surrounded by all the clothing, all the shoes, all the items.
She sat on her knees and looked at all she owned.
And she began to cry.
It's almost impossible to imagine living in a world without such possibility at every turn. We are given countless chances to prove our worth, and if we don't do anything with it, what have we done other than to have squandered the chance to change?
Whether the weather stayed or the weather went, I went. I started out in shorts and a thin tshirt, until I realized it was raining. I stepped into a pair of jeans and a light sweatshirt instead, and I walked outside with my umbrella open.
It was hardly raining. I walked to class quickly and by the time I got there, it was way too fucking hot for the sweater.
Her body pressed against mine, and I knew at once that everything would be all right.
But it wasn't all right -- that was the thing. The fires raged around us and it wasn't even close to within our grasp to stop it. Everyone was fighting their own war, and that's just how it was.
But we had each other, and wasn't that enough?
It's a good place to start, at least.
"Go," she said, looking over me sternly.
There was nothing supernatural about her, but she always knew just how to stand so she would tower over me. Physically, I was nearly a foot taller, but there was no comparison mentally.
So I walked on without looking back, because I knew there was nothing for me back there. Too much had happened in the past month.