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Mechanical Joy
Grasses:
Once they had left, I was alone. No problem. What I had in mind, demands no company. Ofcourse I'm curious. How'd it feel to trot and gallop. Miles on end on some dirt track in the deep forest? How much sensitivity did this actually give me, as a centaur?
Questions upon questions. No end in site. There was but the single way to approach my situation. I couldn't just sit and wait for someone to answer my questions. That's facts without flavour. Dead information I have no use for. What I need is knowing myself. My new self, such as I am now.
I imagine this new body would be more expressive, then the wheel chair I had been promised. A wheel chair would give me a spot in sports, but it had no place in my heart. No feelings, and no sensations. I turned my back on that bleak outlook on life, and the once just leaving the hospital. They have their work, now I have mine.
Slowly moving forwards, getting a feel for who and what I am. Whom would I like to be? What I am, is what my fate made me into, what I'm born to be. I can't change it, but I can make my best out of it. At least, now I have a pony, she will never leave me. Even if she's mute, maybe she still can speak to me? Ponies doesn't give up, just like this pony will not give up on me.
There are things I can't do now, and then, there are other things I finally can do. Pondering, as I move faster. My hands naturally move on both sides of me. Only what's the pattern, I need to find that out on my own. There is none to say. With four hooves, the quadruped movement is complete. Is my hands really needed in motion, like when I walked to school? Just like every day? Should I call this walking, just out of lack of better words? Then I simply fell into a slow trot. It just felt so natural, it felt like the sound of a song, I just couldn't pick up the lyrics. Sounds of a guitar? Never quit had the affinity for the instrument. Now it felt as if it came closer. Faster.
Then jet faster and faster. Till I found myself galloping. The thrill of it all. Round, round and round. Circles and eights. Seems like I couldn't be tired, or get enough of the liberating sensation.
Then it grew dark. A nurse came out. I follow her in.
Questions upon questions. No end in site. There was but the single way to approach my situation. I couldn't just sit and wait for someone to answer my questions. That's facts without flavour. Dead information I have no use for. What I need is knowing myself. My new self, such as I am now.
I imagine this new body would be more expressive, then the wheel chair I had been promised. A wheel chair would give me a spot in sports, but it had no place in my heart. No feelings, and no sensations. I turned my back on that bleak outlook on life, and the once just leaving the hospital. They have their work, now I have mine.
Slowly moving forwards, getting a feel for who and what I am. Whom would I like to be? What I am, is what my fate made me into, what I'm born to be. I can't change it, but I can make my best out of it. At least, now I have a pony, she will never leave me. Even if she's mute, maybe she still can speak to me? Ponies doesn't give up, just like this pony will not give up on me.
There are things I can't do now, and then, there are other things I finally can do. Pondering, as I move faster. My hands naturally move on both sides of me. Only what's the pattern, I need to find that out on my own. There is none to say. With four hooves, the quadruped movement is complete. Is my hands really needed in motion, like when I walked to school? Just like every day? Should I call this walking, just out of lack of better words? Then I simply fell into a slow trot. It just felt so natural, it felt like the sound of a song, I just couldn't pick up the lyrics. Sounds of a guitar? Never quit had the affinity for the instrument. Now it felt as if it came closer. Faster.
Then jet faster and faster. Till I found myself galloping. The thrill of it all. Round, round and round. Circles and eights. Seems like I couldn't be tired, or get enough of the liberating sensation.
Then it grew dark. A nurse came out. I follow her in.