Post by LEVINA HALLAND on Apr 22, 2010 21:37:03 GMT -5
ARE WE GROWING UP
IT'S JUST A MATTER OF TIME UNTIL WE'RE ALL FOUND OUT[/color]
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The lake was glass-smooth, the air still, the grass soft as feathers. Levina lay on her back and stared at the sky, watching the fluffy white clouds make their way across the vast blue expanse of... nothingness. People often fantasized about clouds; about lying down on them, eating it like cotton candy. Clouds just weren't like that. They were water vapor packed tightly together to make a cohesive shape--though if you were in a cloud, it would not support you, you could not touch it, it was just cold and wet and like being in steam, except freezing. Clouds were nothing more than an unreachable dream, a place everyone wanted to go but couldn't. There was no cloud nine, there was no sweeping through on a magic carpet, catching bit of cloud in your hands. There was no magic there. Simply... science. There was only what you could prove, and what you could guess at. Levina was a wholehearted believer in what could be proved.
She pulled herself into sitting position and plucked a flower that was growing near the lake. She stared off at lake, watching as bugs danced over it a cacophony of bright colors and muted humming. She ripped the flower into shreds, thinking of nothing but the iridescent dragonflies as they flitted over the lake. They were so beautiful, so colorful, so full of life! It would be wonderful to be a dragonfly, skimming the water, flying over the world, thinking of nothing but eating and breeding and dying. They had no fears, no feelings, no chance of being hurt. Just a peaceful, mediocre existence. How many people wanted that? Many. Levina herself wished for that--peace, happiness, with no pressure to be the best she could be, with not pressure to be perfect. Just to live. Live and let live, do what she wants, anything she wants, without having to worry about being judged.
She dropped the remnants of the flower on the grass and knelt in front of the water. She could see her face perfectly--smooth, pale, unblemished. Her hazel eyes bright and clear. her blonde hair falling in perfect waves down her shoulders, thick and shiny and perfect. She was perfect. She was so goddammed perfect it hurt to see, to know what she had to live up to. She put a hand against the water, lightly pressing down. She felt the resistance water bugs felt as the ran atop the water; felt it break as her hand slipped beneath the surface. As her reflection was shattered into a million pieces, rippling away into the rest of the lake. Shattered. Imperfect. The way the world should see her. The way she was inside. It was as they said--a reflection is only that. A reflection. Shallow and superficial, it shows nothing that was inside.
Word Count: 588
RPing With: No one yet
Outfit: Comfy
Credits:
Header; Clarky
Lyrics; Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year ! Fall Out Boy
