anthy moore (anthophile) wrote in risingthreads, @ 2019-04-27 16:56:00 |
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There was so much happening. She knew who she was. She knew what she could do. She wasn't exactly sure how to go about donig it. Everything just came back naturally to her and didn't feel weird or awe-inducing. It just was. The Brooklyn Botanical Gardens was always a good place for her to clear her head. Unlike the concrete jungle, the lush vegetation gave her place to feel grounded. Even now as she walked on the grass barefoot and letting the energy of life flow about her. People would be worried about possible insects, poison, or pollen, but she knew. These were things that would not hurt her. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom and the trees were bathed in pink. That's where most of the people were going. The festival was winding down, giving her more time to herself as people attempted to scurry home. She wasn't thinking of those people now, just trying to sort out her memories. They crept up on her in the dark of night when she tried to sleep. They wove themselves into her every decision, her every action as she went about her day to day life. Anthy was struggling to comprehend while Persephone was struggling to be free. She dropped her shoes and plopped onto the grass where she was. Not all the pieces even blended together properly. How many other names and faces did she have? How many other lives had she lived? |