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from van gogh's severed ear; kousei [blitz]
Feb 1, 2017 22:18:50 GMT -5
Post by heather - d2 [mylee] on Feb 1, 2017 22:18:50 GMT -5
s h e l b y ♔ l e v i a n e
When I had imagined the world my sister saw versus that of my own, I imagined a world that spun 'round in colors I had never seen before. I had imagined the walls to bend and the floor to give way under foot.
I am sure now that this is not what my sister had seen in her eighteen years living.
Despite the delusion that had been written on her body as a permanent label, Cha Leviane was as calm as the sea at the break of dawn. She was precision in movement and fearlessness in action. She was everything I could not claim to be now as I stumbled into the training center on unsteady feet.
I was the storm without warning, appearing suddenly on the horizon with an unplanned course of action and no destination in mind. I was looking for something that would be impossible to find unless I gave my mind a moment’s notice to clear, but that meant making way for hysteria and realization, and those were two acquaintances I did not care to make again.
Like the man had in eight had told me that fateful night we took shots to patch our hearts filled with bullet holes, tragedy could not have occurred if you did not remember it.
There is no stability in a mind turned over itself, suicidal without the killing and indifferent without the opinion. Likewise, there is no knowledge to be found in a nameless face and no life to be found in dead eyes.
But there is always something hidden.
Whether it be otherworldly or commonplace, every soul has a secret and every bone has a breaking point. What is the point in being human unless you have something to show for your humanity?
Sauntering up to the boy from one, I lean in and whisper in his ear, “I know your secret.”
Bullshit is the most modern form of bravery.
I am sure now that this is not what my sister had seen in her eighteen years living.
Despite the delusion that had been written on her body as a permanent label, Cha Leviane was as calm as the sea at the break of dawn. She was precision in movement and fearlessness in action. She was everything I could not claim to be now as I stumbled into the training center on unsteady feet.
I was the storm without warning, appearing suddenly on the horizon with an unplanned course of action and no destination in mind. I was looking for something that would be impossible to find unless I gave my mind a moment’s notice to clear, but that meant making way for hysteria and realization, and those were two acquaintances I did not care to make again.
Like the man had in eight had told me that fateful night we took shots to patch our hearts filled with bullet holes, tragedy could not have occurred if you did not remember it.
There is no stability in a mind turned over itself, suicidal without the killing and indifferent without the opinion. Likewise, there is no knowledge to be found in a nameless face and no life to be found in dead eyes.
But there is always something hidden.
Whether it be otherworldly or commonplace, every soul has a secret and every bone has a breaking point. What is the point in being human unless you have something to show for your humanity?
Sauntering up to the boy from one, I lean in and whisper in his ear, “I know your secret.”
Bullshit is the most modern form of bravery.
