traveling in the deserts of my mind

[illegal]

K L A D D AN

● we haven't talked in quite some time ●

as i hold the water
in the palm of my hand
cause it's all that i have
it's all that i need

Where had the time gone? It had been a long, long, long time since I had been home. Since I had even felt at home. I left before things could fall apart and before I got too comfortable. Apparently, I left before everyone lost their damn minds. I had never seen a lack of equines this great, and it made me feel uneasy. I walked through the familiar lands, pillars rose and fell at a quicker speed than intended. The air felt thinner than it should have, full of death and sickness. I didn't like it.

I struggled to calm my nerves, amber eyes searched for the stream of water that I had grown to love. Where was it? I knew it had to be around here somewhere. Even though it had almost been two years since I last bathed in my territory, I could feel that it was close. It tugged at my heart, coaxed me to continue my journey.

So I did. My muscles ached from the pace I had maintained, which bothered me. My lungs protested and begged me to slow down, but I ignored them. I had to find it. I had to feel whole again. I had to start over again. I had survived another war, gathered more scars, and I was tired of fighting. I was ready to lead again, to feel whole. I needed to gather people and take care of them. I needed to be taken care of. I needed a life different than what I had found outside of the edges of Imbros, and the only way I could begin to do so was to reclaim my land.

I had to pause to gather myself and tried to ignore the merciless sun. I had forgotten how warm spring could be, and was not happy to find that I was covered in sweat. I felt weak. I felt weak while on the quest to become a leader again. That seemed reasonable. The thought infuriated me. I tossed my head and snorted, raised my hooves high, and carried on at a light canter through the trees. The shade they provided gave me no shelter, however they did give off my scent. I came to a halt again, dropped my crown low, and breathed deeply. Yes. It had to be this way. I pushed myself, and my ears listened for the sound of moving water.

Then I heard it. The creek. I nickered to myself and almost felt like a child when I came out to a huge clearing. The air was stale and lifeless, but I recognized it nonetheless. I was home. I let out a long call and dropped down into the cool water. A sigh escaped my lips along with a light, shaky laugh. I had done it.

i'm only at it again
as an addict with a pen
who's addicted to the wind
as it blows me back and forth

● a crazy suicidal head case ●

Claiming back the Delphinium Creek. S p e c t r a Dawn Pinki the Pessimist