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electricalgwenHave I ever written Firefly? I don't think so. This isn't quite what I intended, but I have trouble verbalizing the inside of River's head. Inspired, rather loosely perhaps, by the prompt "ascend" at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
open_on_sunday. ETA: Not, however, posted there (anymore) because it turns out I misremembered and the description of the community as "Jossverse" does not include Firefly. Oops.
Down here the atmosphere. A crushing necessity.
Simon likes the planets. He thinks he doesn’t.
People fly from ball to ball. They don’t see things right. Names are – they call it space. The void between. They think planets are the living. Orbiting. Parallax. Paradox.
Balls that fell into the pockets, no longer in play. Holes sunk in darkness. Out there, the light. The void is within not between. I can see there.
Every time, we fall from the sky. Atmosphere in my eyes and lungs. I miss the stars.
Simon cannot see it, but Simon orbits a different sun.
open_on_sunday. ETA: Not, however, posted there (anymore) because it turns out I misremembered and the description of the community as "Jossverse" does not include Firefly. Oops.Down here the atmosphere. A crushing necessity.
Simon likes the planets. He thinks he doesn’t.
People fly from ball to ball. They don’t see things right. Names are – they call it space. The void between. They think planets are the living. Orbiting. Parallax. Paradox.
Balls that fell into the pockets, no longer in play. Holes sunk in darkness. Out there, the light. The void is within not between. I can see there.
Every time, we fall from the sky. Atmosphere in my eyes and lungs. I miss the stars.
Simon cannot see it, but Simon orbits a different sun.
