Understanding
By Lil' Amethyst Angel
River doesn't understand people.
They live life as best they can, doing what they need to, unable to see the circles they move in around each other, around themselves. They don't learn from past mistakes. No evolution. They're going nowhere, stuck in a perpetual cycle. River finds this all very sad.
They can't see. They refuse to look at others, yet are too scared to look at themselves. They don't want to see. They can't see what's real. They can't see truth. Pretty falsities are preferred to ugly truths. Reality is ugly, so they don't want to look, but when they manage to catch a glimpse they are horrified and run back to hide behind the safety of lies. River sees what's real. Maybe that's why she's so different. Maybe that's what keeps the remaining pieces of herself together. Maybe that's what broke her.
Tired faces always surround her. Worn with life. Damaged souls, fallen from grace. Endless depths of pain. She can feel it all. Joy. Anger. Love. Hate. Sadness. Comfort. Loneliness. It's all a confusion of contradicting emotions. They complicate things when they don't need to be. Always an oxymoron. River feels all of this and nothing at all, like muddled, dirtied colors all mixed together to make an ever-deepening black.
River knows people don't understand her either.
When she speaks they don't understand what she means, they can't, because they don't know. They are afraid and like to hide, and so they could never see what she sees. They could never feel what she feels, for they are far to irrational. They just can't understand. But then, neither can she, so she supposes that it's alright.
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