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juice_factory2014-06-30 09:37 pm
firegonedire) wrote in juice_factory2014-06-30 09:37 pm
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Each day is a trial, and the nights are only a moment's recess between. It's hard for anyone, it has to be, but they do their best to stand strong and guide their amassed group as well as possible. One has to maintain a brave face and summon every scrap of courage and wherewithal they have, if they are going to keep any of it in the first place.
It's necessary. It's inspiring. It's hopeful. And it's genuinely, truly exhausting. The world crumbles around their ears, and all they can do is keep a straight face and keep looking forward, to a future that likely will never come. All they can do is take one step at a time.
But in the night, with the fires put out and the hush fallen on their camp for a few desperate hours, they have just that one small moment of respite. Not safety, never safety. They have each other, and a the one time they can just allow themselves to be weary with each other. For a scant few moments, they can stop being leaders, and just be two boys, lost but for one another.
It's necessary. It's inspiring. It's hopeful. And it's genuinely, truly exhausting. The world crumbles around their ears, and all they can do is keep a straight face and keep looking forward, to a future that likely will never come. All they can do is take one step at a time.
But in the night, with the fires put out and the hush fallen on their camp for a few desperate hours, they have just that one small moment of respite. Not safety, never safety. They have each other, and a the one time they can just allow themselves to be weary with each other. For a scant few moments, they can stop being leaders, and just be two boys, lost but for one another.