Another In The Series Inspired By Belle And Sebastian Prose
It's the first time in her life she's been able to say it: No one knows where she is. If she were lost they wouldn't know where to look for her.
Running, running like this, running offers her a great escape. A lightness of being that she hasn't felt since she used to get high all the time. She'd run all the time, too, if only her weak heart would let her. Instead she sprints, walks, walks, walks, sprints, walks, walks, walks, sprints.
The cool, heavy dark air swirls about her until a bit of it enters her, causing her to lose a breath and stop. When she can go again is what she waits patiently for, for that moment she can take off. It's in that moment that all the beauty happens. The weightlessness before her weaknesses get the better of her. The moment of flight before inevitable crash. She thinks about how her entire life revolves around this principle, that maybe she's just always letting things pass her by in favor of those quick fixes which may or may not come and which may or may not be worth it. But then she stops thinking about that because it feels really cliche.
No one knows where she is. Relishing her melancholy, quiet and happily lonely she stares up at the sky, heart palpitating from the run from which she has just collapsed. She can feel her back and bottom wet from the moist grass, but her head is kept dry by her folded arms so that's ok.
The stars just above her are brilliant- not so much around the rest of the sky, but just above her. It's as though they were collected there for her own private viewing. She can see shapes but recognize no known constellations. No one knows where she is and she could very well be the last person on earth.
Her fantasy of running wild through empty city streets is interrupted by the sight of a plane- or rather, of a light no bigger than any of the stars moving steadily in a single line- and for a moment she feels like Cillian Murphy in "28 Days Later" when he saw his own plane in his own zombie-like non-zombie-infested world. Salvation, he thought. Salvation, she thinks.
She follows the plane, and when it is out of her periphery, she continues her mindless star-gazing.
Running, running like this, running offers her a great escape. A lightness of being that she hasn't felt since she used to get high all the time. She'd run all the time, too, if only her weak heart would let her. Instead she sprints, walks, walks, walks, sprints, walks, walks, walks, sprints.
The cool, heavy dark air swirls about her until a bit of it enters her, causing her to lose a breath and stop. When she can go again is what she waits patiently for, for that moment she can take off. It's in that moment that all the beauty happens. The weightlessness before her weaknesses get the better of her. The moment of flight before inevitable crash. She thinks about how her entire life revolves around this principle, that maybe she's just always letting things pass her by in favor of those quick fixes which may or may not come and which may or may not be worth it. But then she stops thinking about that because it feels really cliche.
No one knows where she is. Relishing her melancholy, quiet and happily lonely she stares up at the sky, heart palpitating from the run from which she has just collapsed. She can feel her back and bottom wet from the moist grass, but her head is kept dry by her folded arms so that's ok.
The stars just above her are brilliant- not so much around the rest of the sky, but just above her. It's as though they were collected there for her own private viewing. She can see shapes but recognize no known constellations. No one knows where she is and she could very well be the last person on earth.
Her fantasy of running wild through empty city streets is interrupted by the sight of a plane- or rather, of a light no bigger than any of the stars moving steadily in a single line- and for a moment she feels like Cillian Murphy in "28 Days Later" when he saw his own plane in his own zombie-like non-zombie-infested world. Salvation, he thought. Salvation, she thinks.
She follows the plane, and when it is out of her periphery, she continues her mindless star-gazing.