There. There it was, that elusive trust. The fleeting feeling that you were believed. Flitting, flying, weaving its way around every human, pausing only to rest on your shoulders like a warm farwa holding the cold dry wind at bay.
But then, all of a sudden, it is
taken from you. It was never meant to be there. It never meant to stay. Had you only imagined it? Had you wished it so very strongly your mind took pity on itself? What- after following all the rules and trying your very bestest and actions speak louder than words but words have the power to cut- what more could you have done?
The wisp of trust moves just out of your reach. You run, run faster than you have ever run before. You will catch it if it’s the last act you manage to achieve before the world burns, if it makes your very soul mired in unhappiness while your heart protests the bouts of suffering you intend to drag it through. But it skips ahead, weaves and leaves just out of reach just out of service just out of why do you think the worst of me even if all I do is breath. The crowd swells and you pray for it to part, to let you through just a minute just a second just a little inch to the left to slip through to get there but the ones that crowd you hold still, hold strong, grow and multiply until they’re the wall and it is gone. And you stop. You think. You feel.
And you realize: It had never been warm. It had been-
It had been-
A sleight of the brain?
You are freezing to the very bone.