Being aware that things end doesn't have to be sad and desperate. Unless it takes from you any enjoyment you have along the way... then it's easier not to form those bonds you'll regret in the aftermath. Or so I've felt before. At the same time... an idea of something, or someone like that, it has an appeal, doesn't it? Like finding a bit of clarity in the chaos of the world.
[ Something warm or tangible to hold on to, for a while. It's nothing she's experienced personally, not to any deep degree. It required an honesty she couldn't afford, and the mission, much as she did not like or respect it, came first. But she didn't fault people for caring. Needle them for being overprotective at the detriment of the one they cared about? Yes.
Yet love in all it's non-obsessive, destroying forms, is not something she looks down on. Neither is friendship. So she supposes, on those grounds, she can understand, even if that understanding is gaining unfortunate allusions to umbrellas... which are a neat enough invention on their own. ]
The world is painful and confusing enough on its own. Pulling something warmer out of it for a while... that would be something worth having.
[ in before anyone mistakes annie as being a closet romantic. a realist can still see how strong bonds of all kinds are worthwhile, even as they hurt. nothing may be meant to last. it doesn't make things not worth trying, when you have the chance. ]
It's still a silly song. A little better than the song about being blue.
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[ Something warm or tangible to hold on to, for a while. It's nothing she's experienced personally, not to any deep degree. It required an honesty she couldn't afford, and the mission, much as she did not like or respect it, came first. But she didn't fault people for caring. Needle them for being overprotective at the detriment of the one they cared about? Yes.
Yet love in all it's non-obsessive, destroying forms, is not something she looks down on. Neither is friendship. So she supposes, on those grounds, she can understand, even if that understanding is gaining unfortunate allusions to umbrellas... which are a neat enough invention on their own. ]
The world is painful and confusing enough on its own. Pulling something warmer out of it for a while... that would be something worth having.
[ in before anyone mistakes annie as being a closet romantic. a realist can still see how strong bonds of all kinds are worthwhile, even as they hurt. nothing may be meant to last. it doesn't make things not worth trying, when you have the chance. ]
It's still a silly song. A little better than the song about being blue.