New Faces // New Love // Axel
Jun 11, 2013 21:46:18 GMT -5
Post by Emma on Jun 11, 2013 21:46:18 GMT -5
Keelan Faye
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[/center]There are places I remember all my life
Though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain
[/size]Though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain
Quite the sight within my head. A raging swirl of nothing. Nothing meaning everything. And everything meaning something. Thing. The colours are not colour, and the shapes are not shapes. They are simple emotions. Of whom, I have no clue. But they belong in my head. My head to hold. My thoughts to think, everything belongs, like a little puzzle. A puzzle that never actually fits together, pieces missing, probably under a couch from the last time someone tried put it together. Pieces, many pieces, all lost beneath couches somewhere, and I am on a journey to find them all, to find myself.
Couches and I have a lot in common you see. We are both used to being sat on, used as a stop to rest, until we are off to another better place. Sometimes we look worn out, our fabric torn and our cushions deflated, and people walk by and think “Ew. That’s not a very nice couch. I won’t sit on that couch.” Or “It’s the wrong colour.” It hurts. But look at me, comparing myself to a couch. Pphht. That won’t help your reputation Keelan. Shut up. Stop.
Sorry about that. She’s a bit of trouble sometimes.
The sight inside my head is quite the thing to see. Stop Keelan, you’re going in circles again. Okay. Let’s start where I am. There we go.
I sit on a hill, crested in the center of a field, the field the shape of the moon, perfectly round and speckled, moving in a massive wave like no other, the wheat head moving in sync to the gentle breeze that had begun to pick up, my hair swirling around my body, flashing across my clouded vision. The field was empty on a day like this. It was a day off, a rarity, and a gift. I was alone on this hill, rocky and infertile, has been left unseeded. In the center is the single most beautiful tree in all of Panem. It’s an ancient oak, its limbs so strongly binding it to the sure earth. We call it “The Witching tree” since it is one of the only trees for miles of flat prairie. It has been a mark for lovers for many years. Initials carved into the rocks at its roots, because nobody would dare hurt the land mark. So many kisses stolen beneath these very leaves, and many loves sparked. It’s atmosphere is a perfect environment for a budding romance to flourish into a fully blooming flower of love. And so I sit, alone beneath this tree.
Almost alone. A I see a figure walking out towards the tree, hands trailing the wheat as they come, taking their time. They grow closer, and I can see its a female. Blonde. Her hair running clean down her back, over a simple white shirt. She looks young, as in my age perhaps. She grows even closer. Suddenly I realize I am alone at the witching tree, staring at a stranger. Panicked, I begin to climb a branch, leaping and grasping and grabbing branches, failing to gain any height. She grows closer and climbing is no use. I'll just have to use my terrible socials skills and tell her this place is occupied, and if she was coming over to make fun, then to go home back to her own turf.
Panting , I sat against the back side of the tree, and tried to look preoccupied. I began twirling duck-weed grass between my fingers, staring at it as I listened as her footsteps grew closer. Shit, she must have seen me. She comes walking around the side of the tree, poking her head out. The world stops.
She was the single most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Her blonde hair accenting perfectly with the rest of her features. The amount of self control it took to keep my jaw attached as exorbitant, but i couldn't keep my eyebrows from rising behind my bangs. I recognized her, but never to this detail. She was in my year at school, and we worked in the same field, and lived in the same neighborhood. She was the Ember daughter. Bella I think. I have seen her around but I never really noticed her. I don;t know why, she was stunning under this tree. Maybe it was the tree.
"H... Hi there... Made your way out to the tree I see?" I stamper. She was too gorgeous. My lips tight, my gut dropping with the instant attraction to the forbidden girl in front of me. Calm down Keelan.
[/color][/justify]Couches and I have a lot in common you see. We are both used to being sat on, used as a stop to rest, until we are off to another better place. Sometimes we look worn out, our fabric torn and our cushions deflated, and people walk by and think “Ew. That’s not a very nice couch. I won’t sit on that couch.” Or “It’s the wrong colour.” It hurts. But look at me, comparing myself to a couch. Pphht. That won’t help your reputation Keelan. Shut up. Stop.
Sorry about that. She’s a bit of trouble sometimes.
The sight inside my head is quite the thing to see. Stop Keelan, you’re going in circles again. Okay. Let’s start where I am. There we go.
I sit on a hill, crested in the center of a field, the field the shape of the moon, perfectly round and speckled, moving in a massive wave like no other, the wheat head moving in sync to the gentle breeze that had begun to pick up, my hair swirling around my body, flashing across my clouded vision. The field was empty on a day like this. It was a day off, a rarity, and a gift. I was alone on this hill, rocky and infertile, has been left unseeded. In the center is the single most beautiful tree in all of Panem. It’s an ancient oak, its limbs so strongly binding it to the sure earth. We call it “The Witching tree” since it is one of the only trees for miles of flat prairie. It has been a mark for lovers for many years. Initials carved into the rocks at its roots, because nobody would dare hurt the land mark. So many kisses stolen beneath these very leaves, and many loves sparked. It’s atmosphere is a perfect environment for a budding romance to flourish into a fully blooming flower of love. And so I sit, alone beneath this tree.
Almost alone. A I see a figure walking out towards the tree, hands trailing the wheat as they come, taking their time. They grow closer, and I can see its a female. Blonde. Her hair running clean down her back, over a simple white shirt. She looks young, as in my age perhaps. She grows even closer. Suddenly I realize I am alone at the witching tree, staring at a stranger. Panicked, I begin to climb a branch, leaping and grasping and grabbing branches, failing to gain any height. She grows closer and climbing is no use. I'll just have to use my terrible socials skills and tell her this place is occupied, and if she was coming over to make fun, then to go home back to her own turf.
Panting , I sat against the back side of the tree, and tried to look preoccupied. I began twirling duck-weed grass between my fingers, staring at it as I listened as her footsteps grew closer. Shit, she must have seen me. She comes walking around the side of the tree, poking her head out. The world stops.
She was the single most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Her blonde hair accenting perfectly with the rest of her features. The amount of self control it took to keep my jaw attached as exorbitant, but i couldn't keep my eyebrows from rising behind my bangs. I recognized her, but never to this detail. She was in my year at school, and we worked in the same field, and lived in the same neighborhood. She was the Ember daughter. Bella I think. I have seen her around but I never really noticed her. I don;t know why, she was stunning under this tree. Maybe it was the tree.
"H... Hi there... Made your way out to the tree I see?" I stamper. She was too gorgeous. My lips tight, my gut dropping with the instant attraction to the forbidden girl in front of me. Calm down Keelan.
