You Could Stop My Bones From Bending ‡ A Captain Swan Mix Regarding Fears and Falsehoods, Finding What Is True, and Falling Freely
It is with assured certainty that the irregular beat caged behind his ribs is all a consequence of billowing white sails; his ailment easily healed by the return of smooth wooden planks, memorized a thousand times over by his sure footsteps; All I have to do is find her. [And because he violently wants this to be the answer, (and because he just wants the bloody aching in his chest to cease) he believes it]. It’s all based on lies.
She builds home out of half-truths; stitching together flimsy realities with gossamer thread; artificial memories masquerading as something genuine. She knows the seams are fragile – constantly threatening to bend – break – split, but she tells herself it is sturdy and it is strong; [It is safe. It is sure. (And she is too scared. Too scarred. Too broken.) It is home.] But it won’t be real.
So they run across realms (and back through time), chasing something real. Truth. Heart. Home. Them. (Always.)
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