once upon a rooftop {☾} stella&imp blitz
Jun 9, 2015 14:05:35 GMT -5
Post by Avalon on Jun 9, 2015 14:05:35 GMT -5
Stella Summit
Metal screeched upon metal hinges, sending a sharp, deafening sound thrashing towards my eardrums. And there was something that told me, insisting that I should not be upon here. All the signs were but mere suggestions in my eyes, and it was curiosity which would lead me to where I needed to go. Beauty lays in the eyes of the beholder, and the outside world was something I wanted to see for once. Just once. With my mind to lead the way, my feet were bound to match, cooperating with where it takes me. It was so involuntarily that even with great struggles, I couldn't manage to grasp a hold of my own body. It's a true wanderer within itself, and my mind was not the one it was following, because you see, I simply don't hold one person inside me.
A damaged little girl.
[How the world is so beautiful in your mind, you've attempted to picture it through your eyes. Trapped between nothing more than four walls that corner you from every direction. And in those four walls held one single window, covered with dust and grime. It was almost impossible to catch even the slightest glimpse of what was held beyond the walls. And in those four walls held one single door, locked from the outside in, made of nothing more than hardwood, missing its knob. You viewed the world as a paradise beyond your wildest dreams, something that only existed in the closed thoughts of your imagination, and for that it didn't truly exist. But you didn't believe it? Did you?
You pictured a world beyond your wildest dreams.
One full of glamour in your eyes it seems.
You envisioned meadows and gardens,
With flowers blossoming in array.
And not even a single day,
Would the sky be a shade of dull gray.
A perfect world lives inside your curiosity.
But you're so blind to the harsh reality.
It leaved you breathless and incapable of speech,
Because such a thing is out of reach.
You'll scream, you'll cry, and sometime soon you'll die,
But you only wish it were in the fields of rye.
You're trapped in a perfect world,
Where watercolor flowers are blossoming in array.
The harsh reality and truth for you will forever be seen as gray.]
And I sit here, bottle in hand with nothing more than the scent and taste of bitter alcohol on my breathe. A sip turns to a gulp that travels through my delicate throat is complete with the burning sensation that matches. I sit here, leaning over the balcony of the rooftop of the training center, gazing up at the stars while the moonlight illuminates across the city. The illumination kisses my hair and skin and nothing in the world could feel better than this right now. It seems that for once in my life a smile was capable to slither itself like a serpent across my lips, and it was genuine. Thanks to the lethal toxins that course through my veins I was capable of fogging and clouding up the harsh reality that truly lies beneath.
credit to nat of adoxography.
