A comparison she should have made before speaking. Something she can't take back, any more than the rest of it.
There's nothing to do but continue from it. "Well, I hope they make it."
Her voice sounds dubious. She can hear it. But. It doesn't change it either. It doesn't make it untrue. She does. Hope. Hope they make it. Even under the oppressive weight clouding her thoughts, her feelings, it's there. Hope. A strangling, thorny, necessary kind hope. Struggling for light. Refusing to be tied down. Weighed down. To lay down under it.
Leaves her staring at that empty road, feeling such a deep attachment to it. That emptiness. To that car that isn't any longer in there to fill the emptiness. The people who left inside it. The need, almost bottomless, for that. For those people to be able to meet the challenge before them. A need like the first, but not it, snaking through it, like it means more. The bigger scale. Them, and everything else, maybe, if them.
(no subject)
Date: 2018-06-28 12:35 am (UTC)A comparison she should have made before speaking.
Something she can't take back, any more than the rest of it.
There's nothing to do but continue from it. "Well, I hope they make it."
Her voice sounds dubious. She can hear it. But. It doesn't change it either. It doesn't make it untrue. She does. Hope. Hope they make it. Even under the oppressive weight clouding her thoughts, her feelings, it's there. Hope. A strangling, thorny, necessary kind hope. Struggling for light. Refusing to be tied down. Weighed down. To lay down under it.
Leaves her staring at that empty road, feeling such a deep attachment to it. That emptiness. To that car that isn't any longer in there to fill the emptiness. The people who left inside it. The need, almost bottomless, for that. For those people to be able to meet the challenge before them. A need like the first, but not it, snaking through it, like it means more. The bigger scale. Them, and everything else, maybe, if them.