eyes on the sky
02-19-2017, 09:30 PM
| Poser has a hard time keeping track of where he's going and where he's been. It's the wanderer in his heart, it's the struggle in his soul. Not like it matters all that much. Not like he can bring himself to hold onto it too tightly. Hold onto himself too tightly. It was autumn by the time he brought himself back to Auster, brought himself back to the outlook of the Aspen Dam. The leaves were falling, the days were growing short. He didn't really care. Though his coat is short and silky, though he lacks much of a fat layer, Poser is good in the cold. In his blood, in his breeding, is the sustainability of heat. In reality, he's been cold on the inside for a long time now. Ha. Not like it mattered all that much, but he was going to deal with it. He would be fine. Poser moves with the confident steps that have always become him, casting a long shadow as he moves. It's a cut out of light in the midst of the early fall dusk. He is okay. He will always be okay. poser breathy way of saying my name |
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