Tutaj taki mały character study, pod lupę Finn Collins, bo tak (słyszę "wieczne odpoczywanie" na saksofonie...). "Żarcik" związany z przylepką Finna: spacewalker -> dreamwalker i przypadkowe rymy. Bo tak.
Kto zna serial, ten zna. Wrzucam tutaj, bo tak.
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Finn lays under the blanket, arranging origami from thin metal scraps. (Back on the Ark, your seniors would told you to stop wasting resources.)
He stays in dim light and focuses on his tiny monument of survival (you don’t know yet how masterpieces outlive their creators.)
He pours all his feelings into artwork, doesn’t realise how impermanent it is (you care equally for those you create for.)
He decides to ignore the fear, think about it afterwards (this fear is going to kill you, sooner or later.)
He thinks of Raven and her bird necklace (it aches, itches deep under your skin. You remember, remember and can't get enough of it.)
He dives into fresh remembrances of fair crowned princess like a lovesick knight (where it will get you, spacewalker?)
He takes slow paced breaths and can't, can't get enough of living, not just surviving (like hell you know what living means.)
He feels like his life just begins (silly, silly loverboy, how little do you know.)
He carves his cravings on his gentle heart (little do you know, what it's capable of.)
He falls asleep next to his dreams, near their fulfillment and creates more of them: in a place of solitude, surrounded by nature, he loves and is loved, he shapes the world and everyone stays safe, he meets his destiny. (You sense that's just a delusion. You know that your destiny is nothing like that; you'll die by the hand of love of your pitiful life, hundreds of your enemies eyes locked at you, scared shitless after destroying peace you vowed to make.)
For now he only cares what's going to happen tomorrow, because he's thousand miles away from the end (the end? Where did you get that idea, naive dreamwalker? You know that no one is going to meet the end.)
He presumes that he has the will of change, that he cares and knows how much he is worth, but soon that’s going to tear him apart. He's one of the first, but not the last (for Raven, for Clarke, for all the world; you wilt before they bud.)
But right now he thinks that’s okay, he can live with that.
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You can't. Wake the fuck up, dreamwalker.)
He stays in dim light and focuses on his tiny monument of survival (you don’t know yet how masterpieces outlive their creators.)
He pours all his feelings into artwork, doesn’t realise how impermanent it is (you care equally for those you create for.)
He decides to ignore the fear, think about it afterwards (this fear is going to kill you, sooner or later.)
He thinks of Raven and her bird necklace (it aches, itches deep under your skin. You remember, remember and can't get enough of it.)
He dives into fresh remembrances of fair crowned princess like a lovesick knight (where it will get you, spacewalker?)
He takes slow paced breaths and can't, can't get enough of living, not just surviving (like hell you know what living means.)
He feels like his life just begins (silly, silly loverboy, how little do you know.)
He carves his cravings on his gentle heart (little do you know, what it's capable of.)
He falls asleep next to his dreams, near their fulfillment and creates more of them: in a place of solitude, surrounded by nature, he loves and is loved, he shapes the world and everyone stays safe, he meets his destiny. (You sense that's just a delusion. You know that your destiny is nothing like that; you'll die by the hand of love of your pitiful life, hundreds of your enemies eyes locked at you, scared shitless after destroying peace you vowed to make.)
For now he only cares what's going to happen tomorrow, because he's thousand miles away from the end (the end? Where did you get that idea, naive dreamwalker? You know that no one is going to meet the end.)
He presumes that he has the will of change, that he cares and knows how much he is worth, but soon that’s going to tear him apart. He's one of the first, but not the last (for Raven, for Clarke, for all the world; you wilt before they bud.)
But right now he thinks that’s okay, he can live with that.
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
You can't. Wake the fuck up, dreamwalker.)
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