Save Them
The Sel CA train comes once a quarter. The Sel 28 train only comes once every 5 years. I feel it from my sleep level. The ground shaking under my palette. The cemented ground is hard and colder, for longer periods of time these days. The once welcoming breeze of a new season is NOW stale and mean. The new color of life is dark brown fecal matter and sewage green with the touch of a deep red death. I have repressed memories of my short-lived childhood of a warm bed, hot peppermint and lavender tea, and a cozy cedarwood fire that fragranced all 7 rooms of my home. Doesn’t do me any good anymore. To relive it. It is not good for survival. I’ve had to teach them the ways of now. Sometimes they ask Sailor and I what it was like before…the Vast Light. It pains me to hide the memories from them of the life we loved and prospered in before. But I must. We must stay together, and we must survive. I was given a mission and I am going to see it through.
