A drop in the ocean, a crack in the sky, a tree that falls silently in the woods, a girl born to face the storm, confined to the notion that safety was improbable -- impossible without sacrificing freedom. Left to stand in a world that is so demanding -- enclosed by the rapture -- in waiting for the cosmic shift that may never arrive. between the recess of society, invisible beyond it's borders, the only protection is survivorship, instinct. one person's garbage, forgotten and left astray, is her super heaven. invaluable to the longevity of self-preservation -- of a society that struggles beyond known borders -- in the unknown, the face of adversity. the most precious essence, held, beneath a sky that is not real. a forgotten sky, among the husks of the old world -- a bleak, and ugly reminder - that stands silent, frozen in time.
To be born a Lopez is to know compassion, empathy, and possess an affinity for life and to preserve its essence. Unfortunately for Lorelei, who grew up in a world where those tenants are mostly all forgotten, preservation is the only mission. A community that has managed to stick together, look after each other, even as the world around them fell into decay. In a world that does not provide sanctuary, Lor was taught that deep connection could be fickle and dangerous; it could lead to a pain worse than death -- follow your heart, but take your aim with you. Be swift, let not your heart trouble you. Life may leave us blind, love will keep us kind. Survival can summed up in three little words: never give up.
Though, to be born a Lopez is to also know that life out here is difficult. That nothing will be for want. Simply because nothing does not exist. Everything is nothing. Silence fills a world that was once loud and populated. Fear is any enemy that must be overcome at an early age or it will eat you up quicker than the infected can ever lay a hand on you. This life, nothing was ever learned or gained by being comfortable. We lose people. Our hearts and souls get numb. But the mind, you see, that keeps going. It never stops. It makes shit up, be smart and it will keep the people outside the city alive long enough to maybe see their next meal. Born in fury and wrath, Lor fights for every inch that is survivable, it is all she has ever known. Life is a commodity that should not be taken for granted. Though, she carries a gun and a resting bitch face, underneath is a heart of gold that wants to do the right thing. Maybe she will be faced with a tough decision, raise the rifle, give you a stoic expression that is unreadable.
Maybe she will offer a hand.
I am not who you think I am. I say learning is not compulsory, neither is survival.
Survive now, cry later.
Posted 06-29-2021, 07:07 PM
lorelei lopez
