#shattered
Trying to pick myself up
but I keep getting cut
on the pieces
What I really want:
Someone to stab my foot.
Written for Jan 25, 2022 @drarrymicroficprompt “SHATTERED.” (Word Count: 50.)
“This isn’t me,” you tell yourself, sitting on the bench in the rain.
Yet you wait.
You wait for him to pass by only to chance one look at him while his friends scoff. Your eyes lock briefly. He bites his lower lip, blinks once, and keeps walking.
You wait.
I really love the idea of Lan Wangji recognizing Wei Wuxian just because he knows no one else has heard “WangXian,” but I also think the way he was using “WangXian” was important. Lan Wangji caught a demonic cultivator controlling a powerful fierce corpse. He wasn’t wreaking a massacre or setting the fierce corpse against the cultivators and using the opportunity to run away though.
He was playing a song of comfort for that fierce corpse. He was leading him slowly away from the mob of cultivators. He clearly cares both about the safety of those cultivators and the safety of the fierce corpse. Enough to risk his own safety. Who else? Who else would use his power like this?
We’ve got to live no matter how many skies have fallen.
- D. H. Lawrence
The pain we experience at the moment our illusions are shattered may be felt for a short time. During these times, we feel deeply affected. We feel unsettled and uncomfortable. Without illusions, the truth doesn’t evoke pain in us. So the truth isn’t the source of our discomfort.
Volume 2. I’m SO sorry I’m not sorry …..idiots in love.