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thebrokenarrowson my days off it seems like i enjoy sitting out on the porch and thinking at night. which is cool esp since it's almost warm enough to really do that comfortably now. even though my neighbors like to get out there drunkenly arguing and shit but it's usually whatever. but
last night i was out there and for some reason i toted Ghost Soldier out there with me and was alternating between reading random pages of it [we had so many pages dog-eared for importance man i swear] and fiddling with my phone and at one point something was said or something i read made me laugh and automatically turned to my side to catch an eye and
he was there. for a flash. then evaporated and was gone. for a second the black eyes met mine, the sepia toned uniform and tattered bedroll and musket butt being constantly thudded against the ground. then gone like dust, like ashes settling.
and i just. stopped. and stared into the empty space where i swear he was for half a second, sharing a laugh with me like old times.
dunno what my brain is doing. maybe just wishful thinking, maybe something in 'space. i dunno. it was nice in a way but also like poking an old bruise. idk.
last night i was out there and for some reason i toted Ghost Soldier out there with me and was alternating between reading random pages of it [we had so many pages dog-eared for importance man i swear] and fiddling with my phone and at one point something was said or something i read made me laugh and automatically turned to my side to catch an eye and
he was there. for a flash. then evaporated and was gone. for a second the black eyes met mine, the sepia toned uniform and tattered bedroll and musket butt being constantly thudded against the ground. then gone like dust, like ashes settling.
and i just. stopped. and stared into the empty space where i swear he was for half a second, sharing a laugh with me like old times.
dunno what my brain is doing. maybe just wishful thinking, maybe something in 'space. i dunno. it was nice in a way but also like poking an old bruise. idk.
