//------------------------------// // Page 37 // Story: Broken Bindings // by anonpencil //------------------------------// ~*~ I can remember so many things. What grass felt like, brushing past my fetlocks. What the air tasted like in the morning after a long night of rain. The world was so beautiful to me. I hope it's still beautiful, I want it to know that you live in a world where there's still beauty and wonder out there as long as you know where to look. I... I think I feel better now. I hope it made you feel better too, if you needed to feel better, anyway. I still feel almost fragile, but knowing you're still around, still holding this book, it makes me feel braver. It makes me feel... crystalized, in a way. You make me feel alive. Really, truly alive, more so than I've ever felt once I became what I am now. Parts of me that felt missing don't feel so vacant anymore. I feel... powerful. Like something is unlocked in me, some motivation to drive me again, and this time, it doesn't feel like a misshapen puzzle piece forced to fit. It feels... right. Who are you? Who are you that you can do this to me? Who the hell are you? And why does it make me feel like I have some shred of power again? That I can make more than just cute moving images, and pages that turn at your touch. It makes me think that, somehow, you're giving me back something I've lost over the countless years. That maybe... maybe...