It's big and bulky like a bear, but naked like the young of rats. It's ugly and has sharp claws and it tells me I'll never belong anywhere, to any home, to anyone.
( another long pause. she's staring at the message she just sent, thinking about her brother, then about armand, about armand's home that is her home now, but because she lived so long without anywhere to call her home, it takes time to believe it can be hers, too.
then, she writes - )
Just because we know something to not be true doesn't mean our hearts feel it. Our hearts are silly things, they're easily convinced of the wrong things.
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It's big and bulky like a bear, but naked like the young of rats. It's ugly and has sharp claws and it tells me I'll never belong anywhere, to any home, to anyone.
( another long pause. she's staring at the message she just sent, thinking about her brother, then about armand, about armand's home that is her home now, but because she lived so long without anywhere to call her home, it takes time to believe it can be hers, too.
then, she writes - )
Just because we know something to not be true doesn't mean our hearts feel it. Our hearts are silly things, they're easily convinced of the wrong things.