- Username + ID: arcadia. 1034147
Name: pika
What do they feel nostalgic about?
why does skin grow over tendons, tendons over bones. answers ill never know. I’m bound to this world. the one I was born in. two souls intertwine with no warning but my body won’t allow me escape from this. well, not physically anyways. I look down at my feet and see my toes, calluses already forming on the transparent pads. i like being a .. figure of speech, an unknown. but now, this is all too real. yet i have to move on with it. to live out my time without my voice.
when i was alive, not the joyous feeling of being a ghost, but a physical body with deformities, everything that could possibly go wrong did, along with a few things you wouldn’t imagine. like waking up in someone else’s bed, with a half dead stranger staring back at you. but the singular good thing about being alive was the whip of cold wind on you skin, the tingling sensation running up your spine. that one day, down among the ice-freckled trees there would be the sound of the birds chirping again. one sound would bring my memory into reality.
but there’s no sound for the dead.
Bonus question:
hates this hot world. moves to fast for pika, death is a slow and cold thing, quite comforting. pika carries ankle bones around with him, a reminder of his true self.
