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Chosen doesn’t know
why he likes looking up at the sky
day after day
and night after night.
why after a day
of burning and killing and hearing the screams
of the sticks who are powerless to stop him,
he sits down at the same spot atop their base
next to the satellite dish, away from the clanking
of Dark’s machinery as he works,
and simply watches the clouds
and at night, the brilliant stars.
Clouds are free
stars are eternal
Both are connected
Chosen wishes he could be all
be alight, be aloft
look down upon the world from such a soaring height
with nothing to make him fall
and everything to make him rise.
stars will shine
clouds will drift
and Chosen wants to do both
because how can such a thing exist?
with not a care in the world?
with no chain cutting off its flight?
and its ascent into the sky?
And yes,
when Chosen looks up at the sky
he feels free, he feels joy, he feels amazed
and even though he’s already considered free, technically
ever since they left the world they used to live in
the clouds make him feel like he can drift without a care in the world
and the stars make him feel like he can shine
and glow
and burn.
And Dark calls him weird for it
but hey, since when did he care?
he is weird, and he is odd
but it’s only because he likes the sky.
:)