[MtM] 06.08 - I'm still breathing
I died today
but I'm still breathing
It's been such a long time coming, Rose Tyler.
Tides are turning, this wave has brought you ashore.
Cascading down from the depths and up to hit against those cliff walls
as if the crest of white foam is barely noticed beyond the truth.
The truth is that it's been a long time coming.
Such a long time.
"Things are wrong, so wrong." She's said the words a thousand times, but they never seem to sound so true as when she's been back from where she came from. Slipping through the vortex, knowing that it holds memories just like she does. It remembers her. Feels that she belongs in the ebb and flow of it all. Part of time, part of history, part of the flux. So many things could've changed this. Seconds really, minutes... she knows the effect of it all. The power of words. "I bring life..." So she simply looks for the moment. The moment she knows is coming... it's been a long time coming.
It all spindles out like a web, and she balances her sensible shoes on the threads walking between the edge and the beyond. She looks into the past, and it looks right back into her. Leaving it's mark on her as if she's being branded by the efforts of change.
It's in her.
Always.
When she's too late, it's almost as if it doesn't matter. Time's been written. Rewritten. Countless times, all of it in flux, all of it in some other state she can't even sort out the proper word for.
Wrong.
Finding it hollowed makes it feel so hopeless, but like time itself remembering where she belonged... it knew her too. Her hand ghosts over the surface at first, hesitation burning through her because all it takes is a touch, and it'll either all be over... or it could all just be beginning. The wood paneling feels barely splintered beneath her fingertips and as she shuts her eyes she hopes that it knows... that it remembers like she does. The touch urges it to life... a shadow, a glimmer of what it was before. It's all she needs. It's all she demands of it, and nothing more.
"You are hope."
Her words are meant to hold weight, to make it understand that she's going to fix it. That this will end, that things will return and nothing will stop her until she's done.
Those words, that weight of her meaning, of the emotion she holds, of the truth.
The truth is that it's been a long time coming.
The truth is that it's time has come.
Those words.
Those words she says.
Those words...
They echo.
They resound.
They shatter worlds, and they pull it together.
Those words she's scattered them once more.
Didn't you see them coming?
It's been a long time coming, Rose Tyler.
How wrong is your world?
How right will this make it?
"It doesn't matter now... a name slipped into time could bring it all to ruin."
"Bad Wolf."
Those words... are scattered again, and it's been such a long time coming.
but I'm still breathing
It's been such a long time coming, Rose Tyler.
Tides are turning, this wave has brought you ashore.
Cascading down from the depths and up to hit against those cliff walls
as if the crest of white foam is barely noticed beyond the truth.
The truth is that it's been a long time coming.
Such a long time.
"Things are wrong, so wrong." She's said the words a thousand times, but they never seem to sound so true as when she's been back from where she came from. Slipping through the vortex, knowing that it holds memories just like she does. It remembers her. Feels that she belongs in the ebb and flow of it all. Part of time, part of history, part of the flux. So many things could've changed this. Seconds really, minutes... she knows the effect of it all. The power of words. "I bring life..." So she simply looks for the moment. The moment she knows is coming... it's been a long time coming.
It all spindles out like a web, and she balances her sensible shoes on the threads walking between the edge and the beyond. She looks into the past, and it looks right back into her. Leaving it's mark on her as if she's being branded by the efforts of change.
It's in her.
Always.
When she's too late, it's almost as if it doesn't matter. Time's been written. Rewritten. Countless times, all of it in flux, all of it in some other state she can't even sort out the proper word for.
Wrong.
Finding it hollowed makes it feel so hopeless, but like time itself remembering where she belonged... it knew her too. Her hand ghosts over the surface at first, hesitation burning through her because all it takes is a touch, and it'll either all be over... or it could all just be beginning. The wood paneling feels barely splintered beneath her fingertips and as she shuts her eyes she hopes that it knows... that it remembers like she does. The touch urges it to life... a shadow, a glimmer of what it was before. It's all she needs. It's all she demands of it, and nothing more.
"You are hope."
Her words are meant to hold weight, to make it understand that she's going to fix it. That this will end, that things will return and nothing will stop her until she's done.
Those words, that weight of her meaning, of the emotion she holds, of the truth.
The truth is that it's been a long time coming.
The truth is that it's time has come.
Those words.
Those words she says.
Those words...
They echo.
They resound.
They shatter worlds, and they pull it together.
Those words she's scattered them once more.
Didn't you see them coming?
It's been a long time coming, Rose Tyler.
How wrong is your world?
How right will this make it?
"It doesn't matter now... a name slipped into time could bring it all to ruin."
"Bad Wolf."
Those words... are scattered again, and it's been such a long time coming.