/from the vault | “exile”/
“i guess i just want you to last.”
Do you know the story of that one cat who runs forever because if she stops, her heart will again tear apart into thousands of open wounds, and she cannot physically bear that?
She runs through vast, dry lands and fields of lush. She sleeps under the stars and gets stopped for passing speed limits. Fall in love hard and fully. Devoted and silently. Deeply and tragically. Heart breaks and gets patched up poorly.
She met a seemingly evil deer. Turned out he just had dark horns and silver skin, and the forest was too loudly silent. The deer and her hid away from each other for so long that when fate tied their tails together neatly in a knot, their fur touched, shockwaves into their systems. No prospect. No future.
The cat needs to continue on her forever run, and the deer needs to return to his mighty forest.
But the deer wanted to ask her to watch sunsets and midnight shooting stars together. The cat had waited her whole life to have a sunset-and-shooting-stars-watching buddy. The cat could just turn back and untie their knot. But the deer kept walking straight, no hesitation, no running away, not even a profound request to stay. Just simply, walking straight with the knot hanging in between them. Fur touched and shockwaves.
They wept together when the sun melted into the colliding horizon; the golden ocean touched their hearts, one broken and one soft, pushing them together, and they cried again and again. Their eyes shine and tears twinkle when shooting stars shower on their earth. They keep staying to watch, showers of stars after showers of stars. In the morning the deer brings her to his fountain, babbling brooks, water synced with rocks, angelic and mesmerizing. They harmonize with the fountain, with each other, and lie peacefully in the new sunlight.
Delusionally, pathetically, unfathomably, in love. The connection was so loud she got knocked down to the floor. Maybe because the cat had run her whole life and now she sits soundly for the first time. Maybe the deer had hidden away his all life, and now he runs in the middle of the night with a knot to his soul. Maybe because when sunset fell, they merged their aura, which exuded a kind of warmth that ascended them to heaven. Maybe because when the rains of sparkles and planets showered their souls, they leaned and collided into an uncanny bond of trust. Maybe when they meet, the knot is tied, and when they leave, the knot is ripped. Blood and tears.
It was everything. It was an open wound. It never happened. It's all too much.
And off she goes on her forever run.
“The choice is yours; I’m just here for the show. Let me have my heart break in utter silence, shall we?”
Do you know the tale of a fairy who cut her own feathers and attached leaves and flowers to her wings, then tried to fly into the ocean of sunset, got burnt, and fell to the forever sea?
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