let me {look at the sun} .//. rochelle twins
Mar 29, 2013 11:13:25 GMT -5
Post by eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris on Mar 29, 2013 11:13:25 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: 020203; border: 0; width: 500px; padding: 0 0 0 0px;]summer rochelle |
so you're feeling tied up to a sense of control
and making decisions you think are your own
you are a stranger here, why have you come?
why have you come, lift me higher, let me look at the sun
Imperfection is like a plague, infecting one person and then swarming across the land and ravaging everything in its path.
I like to think back to a time when things were truly perfect in the Rochelle household. When two little girls played dolls in the corner and were completely oblivious to their middle-class status and threw their cares and worries to the wind. They'd smile and laugh, and they'd raise their voices in high pitched squeals of delight. However, they were just raising themselves up to fall. Because, no matter what people tell you, no sisters stay that close for long.
As one began to develop a blue fire in her veins that was colder than any ice, the other developed a soul as fragile as a sun-ripened vegetable and an outer-shell as delicate as a petal. They tried to get along, only squabbling here and there. But, when a sledgehammer comes and strikes you down, you tend to falter and crack. And in the case of the two girls, they were both under the aim of a massive hammer.
The one with the blue fire broke first; trudging through the door one day with twigs in her hair and even more anger surging through her veins. The slightest noise would send her into a fury, and there was not a single person who could help her cope with the problem that she refused to tell to a single soul. She didn't even tell her gentle sister who deeply cared for her. Instead, she used her sister as a punching bag; releasing the anger in her soul that wanted to spew out and aiming it at the fragile girl.
Therefore, the one with the fragile soul broke because of the first one. Everyday there was a new insult, everyday there was a new venomous remark or stinging statement-- everyday there was something that pounded on her surface until her porcelain shell cracked.
Sometimes it pains me when I realize that one of those girls is me; the one with the hands that grasp at perfection.[/color] Still, though I was no walking form of settled emotions and happy thoughts, I spent my days trying to cleanse my family of the imperfection my sister had sadly brought in.
I tried desperately to help my sister, but all she rewarded me with was loud screams and shoves, which usually resulted in me falling into something and going into a fit as the mess caused me to freak. It hurt knowing she wouldn't let me in; knowing that she didn't care that it was her fault that I shattered.[/color] But, really, what was there that I could do other than curl up at night and try to stop imperfect tears from sliding down my cheeks?
Today, however, I spent my free time washing the dishes after eating the annual morning breakfast I had prepared with gentle hands. I had always enjoyed cleaning, for it in itself was a purification process. As I scrubbed on a rather nasty stain on the last plate, the front door swung open to reveal Wynter in all of her fiery and icy pride.
I looked back at her for one quick moment, before raising a 'brow and turning back to the plate in my hands. "Wynter? Where have you been? You missed breakfast," I stated as my hands managed to loosen the stain on the plate. I turned slightly and shot Wynter a warm smile. "It's probably cold by now, but I saved you a plate, okay?"
I then prepared myself to ask for something that I knew was just going to cause her to shrug her shoulders or yell at me or storm off without a word, but I wanted to hope that today would be different. Finishing up on the plate, I laid it down in the drainer with a silver clank.
"Would you like me to sit and talk with you while you eat? Y'know, act like the twin sisters we are?"[/blockquote][/justify]
who, who are you really?
and where are you going?
i've got nothing left to prove
'cause i've got nothing left to lose
and where are you going?
i've got nothing left to prove
'cause i've got nothing left to lose
( c o m m e n t s / o t h e r )
[/size]Thanks for the graphics/layout, Zoe! I hope you, and any thread stalkers, like this post! I'm actually rather proud of it, I think!
Like, seriously, look back at Summer's bio and then glance at this... whoa.
Anyhow, reply whenever you get the chance! ^^ I'm so excited that we finally get to thread, and I know your post will be amazing!<3
[/color][/size][/justify][/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center]now you're moving on and you say you're alone
suspicious that this string is moving your bones
we are the fire, we see how they run
see how they run, lift me higher, let me look at the sun