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my environmental anxiety
sun's setting — i can hear the clock ticking louder and louder as each minute passes by. and it says it's time, time to defy gravity once again. time to get those wings ready, to bring the light upon the lost, to shed it on this dark corner of vancouver.
as the night slowly settles in, i get over the list, a piece of paper with different coordinates and times i had memorized in his entirety before making sure it rests unsuspiciously among the dirt and ash: it was all about timing, all about reflexes — not to get caught by annabeth's minions, and find another way to the outside world. to moh, and lila. and yes, his fucking kid too. just had to be patient.
and wait,
and wait for the right time ;
when the streets are void of shadows,
and fireflies quietly brush the rims of bushes.
boots on the freaking bed, sitting in lotus like a child would, eyes are locked onto the brisk cursive and the pencil tracing every line and every curve, back at pouring every thought and detail i had on my mind for the past few days in this little notebook of mine, unable to write anything down for the past couple days. it has indeed been busy, lately. hard enough to keep up with everything going on, aside the eleventh's strict regulations and this whole witch hunt that keep people in line, but mostly out of fear. it's been two months already, and even if things has started to cool down for us, we remain the bad guys in the ignorant's point of view — well fuck that, fuck them — fuck them all. they understand nothing but violence anyway, so be it. let it be all red. let it be all tears. it always comes down to this fucking cycle — has always been.
that's what it's about, "to look for the light". we're out here, and we ready for war, ready to liberate. brothers and sisters, hand in hand, united towards independence, advocating for a greater future, as free people, as equals. so watch out assholes, for we are coming for you. again, and again, and again, until change takes the upper hand.
get suddenly tipped off by one meager light near the door of my flat, direct indication that someone's at the door knocking, or at least close enough to trigger the string i've put there to notify me whenever that'd be the case, having me immediately scowl at it. yeah, i don't like distractions right before a run. not to be superstitious here, but i rather avoid those at any given opportunity.
hiding in a rush notebook and bag under the bed, but then double checking it before going for the door, i'm being wary of whoever could be paying me a visit at this time of day when there's still a curfew to kinda follow. but in the peephole there's only you, the little one.
and somehow however, junior cannot still let go of this anxious susceptibility putting pressure into their shoulders.