Accept This
You let go of the person you once knew. For a moment, you take the time to feel the fur on the back of your hand as tears come to your eyes. What arises out of letting go and becoming who you are now isn’t emptiness or fear, as you may have once felt, but elation and excitement.
Yhnhn stares at you, patiently, placing a soft hand on a tuft of fur that had arisen from your neck. More tears come to your eyes and you feel more at home in this strange, alien place than you had ever felt anywhere else before. You no longer fear your arguable eventual discovery by your peers, and you’re just as content to have gone missing forever in the cold, sterile world you once knew.
A stranger stands at your side, a woman with the appearance of an animal and the heart and patience of a saint continues to hold their hand at your back. You don’t know this person. You don’t know where your next meal will come from or where you will find shelter. You don’t know what will happen to your home and you don’t know if you will be presumed dead.
What you do know is that you’re happier now than you’ve ever been before.
Moments later, you’re a simple streak on the horizon, running faster than your legs have ever taken you.
Written by Martin Prance on 19 February 2016
The end (for now)