Windmills of your mind {Kaplan}
Aug 24, 2018 14:02:44 GMT -5
Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Aug 24, 2018 14:02:44 GMT -5
Ivy Moth.
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
All fairy tales are unbelievably fascinating. But people who don't believe in them try to make life as opposite to a fairytale world as possible. This is what people at the young arson victim home are like. They turn the orphanage and its schedule into a fortress with no escape. They try to make it seem like a fairy tale is nonexistent.
"It's all in your head"
"You will have to grow out of it someday"
But she knows she won't abandon something that has become her life. There is magic hidden in every tiny piece of nature, in every tree, every bush, every flower. And in this sky. She looks up to see if there are any creatures soaring in the clouds. But Ivy's "teacher" tightens her grip on the girl's wrist and drags her forward. She is a fairy fighter working undercover so that is her secret job - not to let the secrets of the magic kingdom be known to anyone. Including Ivy. She walks her to school every day, even though she is almost grown up already. They don't want her looking around; they need her in school, then in a "therapist's" room and then back in the orphanage. She is too attentive to the fairytale wonders of and her sight doesn't trick her like everyone else, because she knows the magic kingdom exists. And they don't want anyone to get too curious. So in no time, she is in the school yard. But it doesn't cross her mind, even for a second, that she has to go to class.
"Did you see that griffin in the sky?"
"Ivy. I am sure it was just a pigeon. You shouldn't let your imagination control your mind."
That woman never believes. Not even for a second. But Ivy knows better than to fall for her gentle attitude and trust her words about magic. She knows nothing about the hidden world - it is better not to take it seriously. Most importantly, Ivy would never let them all trick her into thinking that what she believes is not real. But every time she wants to share her delight with the "teachers", it shatters against the wall of their disbelief.
"Your class starts in fifteen minutes. You have to head there if you don't want to be late again. See you soon. Promise me you'll be a good girl and won't tell fairy tales to your history teacher."
As always, the "teacher" doesn't want her to stop and discover any new miraculous things because they are supposed to stay hidden from human eyes. But Ivy can't help herself when she notices a beautiful white flower on the ground. Its white color and majestic posture indicate that it is important and maybe close to one of the flower princesses. The girl can't afford to simply walk by when such an important person is standing only a few inches away, that would be just rude. She leans down, holding out her hand, brushing her fingers gently against the flower's "leaf".
"Good morning. How do you do, my lady?"
A slightly impatient touch of the "teacher's" knuckles on her shoulder reminds her of the fairy fighter and the schedule.
"Ivy, you can't stare at this chamomile now. Please get up and go to class. I don't have time to escort you to class."
Class is not important. Even if Ivy's thoughts were interrupted by the woman's voice, she is back in the magic world, deep in conversation with lady Chamomilla.
"Oh, I can't let you stay here, someone might step on you. I will do my best to dig your roots out and plant you in a safer place."
In the corner of her eye she sees her teacher stopping some girl who is passing by.
"Excuse me? Could you please help me? I have to run and Ivy needs to be in her history class. Would you be so kind to make sure she gets there safely? She has mental issues, I'm afraid she might hurt herself accidentally."
While they are talking, Ivy gets a chance to stick her fingers into the ground to get the flower out. She is digging as fast as she can and lady Chamomilla is almost in her hands when one of her fingers is stung by something sharp.
"Oh, I am sorry, my lady, I should have been more careful with your jewelry."
The drop of blood on her dirty finger grows larger as the girl watches it with pure fascination on her face.
"Look, miss Daisy, it looks just like a ruby!"
But the "teacher" doesn't seem as thrilled as she is.
"Ivy, you've got to be kidding! I can't even look away for a second! You know it is not safe to dig the ground with your bare hands!!! Because, for example, you can cut yourself with a broken bottle like you just did! You know, this is enough for today! I've been wasting my energy on you for five years and all I get in return is you showing me your middle finger!"
She storms away with desperation on her face and Ivy turns to the girl standing nearby with a puzzled look on her face.
"Why is she upset? I thought it looked beautiful. Did I do something wrong?"
"It's all in your head"
"You will have to grow out of it someday"
But she knows she won't abandon something that has become her life. There is magic hidden in every tiny piece of nature, in every tree, every bush, every flower. And in this sky. She looks up to see if there are any creatures soaring in the clouds. But Ivy's "teacher" tightens her grip on the girl's wrist and drags her forward. She is a fairy fighter working undercover so that is her secret job - not to let the secrets of the magic kingdom be known to anyone. Including Ivy. She walks her to school every day, even though she is almost grown up already. They don't want her looking around; they need her in school, then in a "therapist's" room and then back in the orphanage. She is too attentive to the fairytale wonders of and her sight doesn't trick her like everyone else, because she knows the magic kingdom exists. And they don't want anyone to get too curious. So in no time, she is in the school yard. But it doesn't cross her mind, even for a second, that she has to go to class.
"Did you see that griffin in the sky?"
"Ivy. I am sure it was just a pigeon. You shouldn't let your imagination control your mind."
That woman never believes. Not even for a second. But Ivy knows better than to fall for her gentle attitude and trust her words about magic. She knows nothing about the hidden world - it is better not to take it seriously. Most importantly, Ivy would never let them all trick her into thinking that what she believes is not real. But every time she wants to share her delight with the "teachers", it shatters against the wall of their disbelief.
"Your class starts in fifteen minutes. You have to head there if you don't want to be late again. See you soon. Promise me you'll be a good girl and won't tell fairy tales to your history teacher."
As always, the "teacher" doesn't want her to stop and discover any new miraculous things because they are supposed to stay hidden from human eyes. But Ivy can't help herself when she notices a beautiful white flower on the ground. Its white color and majestic posture indicate that it is important and maybe close to one of the flower princesses. The girl can't afford to simply walk by when such an important person is standing only a few inches away, that would be just rude. She leans down, holding out her hand, brushing her fingers gently against the flower's "leaf".
"Good morning. How do you do, my lady?"
A slightly impatient touch of the "teacher's" knuckles on her shoulder reminds her of the fairy fighter and the schedule.
"Ivy, you can't stare at this chamomile now. Please get up and go to class. I don't have time to escort you to class."
Class is not important. Even if Ivy's thoughts were interrupted by the woman's voice, she is back in the magic world, deep in conversation with lady Chamomilla.
"Oh, I can't let you stay here, someone might step on you. I will do my best to dig your roots out and plant you in a safer place."
In the corner of her eye she sees her teacher stopping some girl who is passing by.
"Excuse me? Could you please help me? I have to run and Ivy needs to be in her history class. Would you be so kind to make sure she gets there safely? She has mental issues, I'm afraid she might hurt herself accidentally."
While they are talking, Ivy gets a chance to stick her fingers into the ground to get the flower out. She is digging as fast as she can and lady Chamomilla is almost in her hands when one of her fingers is stung by something sharp.
"Oh, I am sorry, my lady, I should have been more careful with your jewelry."
The drop of blood on her dirty finger grows larger as the girl watches it with pure fascination on her face.
"Look, miss Daisy, it looks just like a ruby!"
But the "teacher" doesn't seem as thrilled as she is.
"Ivy, you've got to be kidding! I can't even look away for a second! You know it is not safe to dig the ground with your bare hands!!! Because, for example, you can cut yourself with a broken bottle like you just did! You know, this is enough for today! I've been wasting my energy on you for five years and all I get in return is you showing me your middle finger!"
She storms away with desperation on her face and Ivy turns to the girl standing nearby with a puzzled look on her face.
"Why is she upset? I thought it looked beautiful. Did I do something wrong?"
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
Lyrics: Sting - The Windmills of Your Mind
