isolde rainier | district two | cb no. 1

THE FACTS

you have constellations
inside your eyes

Her world began and ended in black and white. In decisions. In movements. In her entire manner of being. Older than Nico by thirty-four minutes, Isolde saw it all in stark contrasts. Like the keys of her baby grand piano. There was light and dark. There was right and wrong. There was black and white. Nothing more and nothing less. 

comets bounce
around your ribs

He moved like he carried the wind in his heart. His steps were measured. Ghosts of the past guiding him towards greatness. And she played. Creating symphonies with her hands, flowing towards Nico as he put movement to her music. They worked in symbiosis. Giving and taking. She pushed him to new heights and he pushed her to innovate. To be better.

you are a universe, my darling
beautiful and infinite

They were molding each other – chipping away the harsh pieces of each other to reveal beauty and grace. To be who they really were. Some may fear being broken. Burned to ashes. Some may fear fire. Others become it.