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Jan. 12th, 2015 06:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
velocette[As usual, he's smoking. And it's not unusual that he's staring at the smoke like he's been hypnotized, but he's smiling more than he has in the years he's been on board.]
You know, I've been so fixated on these things for so many years. On cigarettes, I mean, Kools if I could get them--and it's funny that these are the greyest thing in my life. The single thing that lacks color now. I sort of expected the smoke to be blue...or pink.
I actually stopped seeing color when I was four. I think that was when I stopped believing in God, Santa, and the American Dream. I assumed for a long time that everyone went colorblind (literally, figuratively, whichever) when they got old enough to be cynical. But I came here and I met a real muse, and I've realized that I was mostly wrong.
I wonder what the rest of you lost when you stopped being kids? I don't expect many of you will answer, since most of you are understandably very sensitive about your pasts, but it's a real question. What did you lose when you grew up?
You know, I've been so fixated on these things for so many years. On cigarettes, I mean, Kools if I could get them--and it's funny that these are the greyest thing in my life. The single thing that lacks color now. I sort of expected the smoke to be blue...or pink.
I actually stopped seeing color when I was four. I think that was when I stopped believing in God, Santa, and the American Dream. I assumed for a long time that everyone went colorblind (literally, figuratively, whichever) when they got old enough to be cynical. But I came here and I met a real muse, and I've realized that I was mostly wrong.
I wonder what the rest of you lost when you stopped being kids? I don't expect many of you will answer, since most of you are understandably very sensitive about your pasts, but it's a real question. What did you lose when you grew up?
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Date: 2015-01-27 01:44 am (UTC)[In his experience, trust is not as uniform as it seems. Some people trust you with their lives if you have the right bottle to offer.]
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Date: 2015-02-01 07:28 pm (UTC)There are only a few people I trust with everything. [But then her brow furrows, because - ] No, I guess that isn't true. Even Dinah - I don't trust her with all of my plans, or - all of myself. [She wants to change that, but right now, as things are...that's the real truth.] And Dad...there's so much I haven't told him.
From home - Cassandra comes closest. She's - when I say she's the best of us, I mean it. [There's so much pride and love in her voice, so much regret and guilt.] But that can make it...difficult, to tell her everything. [Maybe that will change, too.]
The person I trust with every part of me, who I'd share anything with - that's Iris.