sylvie serafini | d1 | FIN
Dec 17, 2014 12:14:34 GMT -5
Post by D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza] on Dec 17, 2014 12:14:34 GMT -5
sylvie serafini ♢ district one ♢ eighteen
what if we're all just corrupted minds, fighting an un-winnable battle against our own spirits?
You search everyday for a point, a reason to live. You know that you'll always have your family, your homes and those who love you, but most 18 year olds do too, so what makes you so special? You live in the age of a daily struggle, battling against the others in an attempt to stand out, but you just get pulled down into the hells, mixed around until you blend, until you become one of them.
You were born in a district, but you always forget. Suddenly the irrelevantly important numbers rushes into your head with no warning, and pushes your deep thoughts of emotion and feeling to the side, into a ditch of unimportance. The mind and its many abilities has always been so unfamiliar to you, there have only ever been a few sections you've accomplished and earned the gold star, but you don't care. The one thing that is important to you in connecting with your inner being, yourself.
They always bring up your innocent blonde hair that caresses your face so smoothly. The glisten in your eyes which people find themselves getting lost in, like a intriguing nightmare. The dry, stained peach lips of yours are the home to many valleys and mountains. Boys say they are so kissable, but you don't want to be taken advantage of. You've always been one to fight for what you believe is right.
Reflections say that your face is of a plump nature, plump and round. When you look at yourself, you can see it too. But you see much more. You know you look like a plain and simple canvas, but deep down you know you've been broken, ripped and scarred by the troubles of your past which come back to haunt you.
The world from your height must be different from mine. I imagine your head is entangled with the sun, the moon and the stars. Your frame stands at 5ft 8 and is the home to 50kg of internal organs and everything else that is vital to your survival. You like the way you look, but you know it could be better. You view yourself as an unnatural disaster that has been withered and battered. And you're right.
You're defined by your distinct lack of intelligence. Placed in groups that are at the bottom of the class, because they are all too lazy to teach you what you want and need to learn. Language doesn't come easy to you, but the world does. You chose to keep your quiet mouth closed, but your judgmental eyes open, discreetly watching over the rest of them. Caring for them whilst you're at it, and protecting them too.
Your intelligence may not have fully flourished, but your sense of being and tolerance of others has. Not many of your classmates have this trait. They view those with differences as wrong, excluding them from their own secret societies, leaving them outcast and lonely. You accept them. You let them be who they want to, because although it's frowned upon by some, your spirit tells you it's the right thing. And one day you'll be praised for it, I promise.
You hoped one day you'd be loved, and then you were. But what about the others?
You know you weren't born into the best of families. It's a lottery, and your ticket wasn't the winner. They'd always tried to give you the best. Your mind often replays the graphic memories you have of visiting the training centre. You hated it, but were intrigued at the same. The heart of yours which was so uncontrollable beated furiously at the sight of the pure and shining sword. But the thought that that object would be used to harm someone else put you off. You'd seen it on the screens, and one day you'd have to realise and come to terms with the fact that you either kill, and be killed.
There are few words which you are afraid of, but those that you are scared of are kept locked up in a metaphorical bird cage at the back of your mind. Your soul swallowed the key a long time ago, but you can see through the bars, and so can they. "Mother" is a word so familiar to so many people your age, but not you. She's lost to you. You'd always try to make her up in your mind, but even you did not have the imagination to handle such a wonder. You always feel responsible for her passing, but feel that her life was passed on to you. Perhaps she shared similar thoughts and views, perhaps for a split second - you weren't so alone.
You'd never known how you'd ended up to be like this, but now you had, you loved it. It wasn't anything in your drinks, nothing in your food, it wasn't a poison poured into your ear as you slept so peacefully on your pure white sheets, stained with your traces. It has been a question that always flashed into your mind at the most important of times, but you'd never ignore it. You'd try to find the last piece of the puzzle. But they are always so similar, each one has minor differences and you can't distinguish between in each one.
One day you'll find the piece that fits.
There are few words which you are afraid of, but those that you are scared of are kept locked up in a metaphorical bird cage at the back of your mind. Your soul swallowed the key a long time ago, but you can see through the bars, and so can they. "Mother" is a word so familiar to so many people your age, but not you. She's lost to you. You'd always try to make her up in your mind, but even you did not have the imagination to handle such a wonder. You always feel responsible for her passing, but feel that her life was passed on to you. Perhaps she shared similar thoughts and views, perhaps for a split second - you weren't so alone.
You'd never known how you'd ended up to be like this, but now you had, you loved it. It wasn't anything in your drinks, nothing in your food, it wasn't a poison poured into your ear as you slept so peacefully on your pure white sheets, stained with your traces. It has been a question that always flashed into your mind at the most important of times, but you'd never ignore it. You'd try to find the last piece of the puzzle. But they are always so similar, each one has minor differences and you can't distinguish between in each one.