Crying Like A Child
08-17-2015, 06:36 PM
He was on the move again, the boy still without purpose, still without a mission. He wasn't sure what kind of meaning his life had, for now he was just a lost and wandering soul. A ghost, a skeleton of his former self. His coat was ragged and patchy, his frame thin and gaunt, the look in his eyes showed defeat. He was hungry, his stomach settled down to a gnawing pang since he had managed to catch a couple of crabs along the way here. But, it wasn't enough. He was losing himself, and he knew it.
The sound of rushing water up ahead would draw him forward, his tongue parched and ready for a drink. He quickened his pace as he neared, the falling water sprayed over his coat in light droplets while he made his way to the bank. Paws slipped over the mossy rocks a few times, but a few bruises wouldn't stop him from getting his face into the fresh clear pool. The scent of cedar and pine invaded his senses, and when he was done drinking he slipped onto the cool wet earth to avoid some of the heat that had been brought on by summer. He stared into the pool of water, dull gaze staring back at him as unknowingly, a tear slid down his face. Why did he feel so...lost? |
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