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Prompt: Free Writing: Sanctuary
Community: your_scribbles
Title: Lost marbles
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None really, just slightly tripy
Authors Notes: This was hard to start. I went through like seven before I found one I liked. I hope you like this as well. Enjoy.
It is a place of freedom and it is a cage.
It is hopes and dreams
It is fears and nightmares
It belongs to you
To all of you.
Not to be confused with everyone, because not everyone has one
She is fading into the pool of consciousness and unconsciousness.
She has dreams
And choices
And wants
And needs.
Too bad she left her sanctuary behind,
to find peace
and love
And instead she found,
death.
Death of who?
Herself
---Fade away little hell butterfly, fade away---
[your chance to claim my soul has passed]
(so fade and fade)
To find your chance another day
"Isa?" No. That is not who I am. Though, I don't actually know who I am.
"M-ch-ll, can you come here?"
"Sure!"
Makes me wonder who I am.
Though, I probably already know
"Welcome to the family."
"Thank you."
"Hey Isa, do you really remember nothing?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"N-no reason. I was j-just asking."
"Oh."
Can you tell me who I am little child night? Or do I have to wait for your sibling of day?
"Isa?"
"Yes?"
"W-we have this project to do..."
"And?"
"I-I was wondering, what would you consider your sanctuary?" People pause in whatever they were doing to look at the two of them. Isa shrugs.
"Honestly?" The questioner nods. Isa sighs.
"My sanctuary would be a place that brings my fragmented memory back." It's a lie, though no one knows that. The questioner looks sad and drops his face.
"I-I see..."
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"What do you consider your sanctuary?"
"M-me!?" Isa nods, and gets up. After all the project wasn't about him.
"My family and friends." Isa turns back to the questioner and smiles.
"Then there is your answer."
In a place of freedom and death, what do you find?
A sanctuary worthy of a woman who has lost what makes her, her.
"Hey, there's that woman again. I wonder whose grave she keeps visiting?"
The answer my dear, sickeningly sweet observer, is her own.
Always is.
"I wonder where Isa has gone?"
"Dunno. She always disappears at this time of day."
"I wonder..."
"Hm?"
"Is she visiting that sanctuary that she talked about?"
In a graveyard where the dead have left for a better place, where living souls come to mourn, who is this soul that rests and waits?
"My current name is Isa. I am female and I am 24. Beyond that I know nothing else. So you, person in the grave that shares my name, what is your sanctuary?"
Community: your_scribbles
Title: Lost marbles
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None really, just slightly tripy
Authors Notes: This was hard to start. I went through like seven before I found one I liked. I hope you like this as well. Enjoy.
It is a place of freedom and it is a cage.
It is hopes and dreams
It is fears and nightmares
It belongs to you
To all of you.
Not to be confused with everyone, because not everyone has one
She is fading into the pool of consciousness and unconsciousness.
She has dreams
And choices
And wants
And needs.
Too bad she left her sanctuary behind,
to find peace
and love
And instead she found,
death.
Death of who?
Herself
---Fade away little hell butterfly, fade away---
[your chance to claim my soul has passed]
(so fade and fade)
To find your chance another day
"Isa?" No. That is not who I am. Though, I don't actually know who I am.
"M-ch-ll, can you come here?"
"Sure!"
Makes me wonder who I am.
Though, I probably already know
"Welcome to the family."
"Thank you."
"Hey Isa, do you really remember nothing?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"N-no reason. I was j-just asking."
"Oh."
Can you tell me who I am little child night? Or do I have to wait for your sibling of day?
"Isa?"
"Yes?"
"W-we have this project to do..."
"And?"
"I-I was wondering, what would you consider your sanctuary?" People pause in whatever they were doing to look at the two of them. Isa shrugs.
"Honestly?" The questioner nods. Isa sighs.
"My sanctuary would be a place that brings my fragmented memory back." It's a lie, though no one knows that. The questioner looks sad and drops his face.
"I-I see..."
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
"What do you consider your sanctuary?"
"M-me!?" Isa nods, and gets up. After all the project wasn't about him.
"My family and friends." Isa turns back to the questioner and smiles.
"Then there is your answer."
In a place of freedom and death, what do you find?
A sanctuary worthy of a woman who has lost what makes her, her.
"Hey, there's that woman again. I wonder whose grave she keeps visiting?"
The answer my dear, sickeningly sweet observer, is her own.
Always is.
"I wonder where Isa has gone?"
"Dunno. She always disappears at this time of day."
"I wonder..."
"Hm?"
"Is she visiting that sanctuary that she talked about?"
In a graveyard where the dead have left for a better place, where living souls come to mourn, who is this soul that rests and waits?
"My current name is Isa. I am female and I am 24. Beyond that I know nothing else. So you, person in the grave that shares my name, what is your sanctuary?"