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endlessdel) wrote2007-02-26 05:59 pm
endlessdel) wrote2007-02-26 05:59 pm
Five Things Delirium Likes...
Five things Delirium likes...
1. Her Heartbeat. Fluttery paper butterflies hiding beneath her chest. Panicked, flighty, constant and soothing, protecting her from the world she no longer knows. It leaps, unsure and happily, at people and springs her in to action. It makes her hurt and ache inside. It’s new and different, a new chaos inside of her and one that makes itself heard. It drowns out the voices and the monsters and reminds her, what it is to be human. She likes people knowing about it, knowing that she’s alive and that she is different now. It gives her hope. Delirium likes her heartbeat.
2. People. People giving her a chance and not treating her like a child, like the youngest child from a much wiser family. People for not caring about who she was or about her family. People with warm voices and kind smiles and plenty of time for her. People who keep the promises they give her. People who dance with her or give her something to dance about and something to dance to. People who touch her and don’t flinch from her, people who give her hugs. People who treat her like a human. People or one person in particular.
3. Sensation. Everything is new and overwhelming at times. The smallest sound is heard for the first time and it makes her want to weep with joy, she doesn’t even care if it is waily woman. The first taste of a banana, not the one she used for safe sex practice but another one, makes her moan and gasp. The feel of Ragetti’s calloused hands on her touching her new skin, scratching it and pulling her close. The smell of whiskey still lingering. The first image she sees through her mismatched eyes and it’s a sign, it says Tabula Rasa.
4. Orgasms. She never understood really why humans loved her sister-brother so or how they always ended up in Desire’s realm. She kind of did now. Hot and hard bodies above her, causing her pain or pleasure or both. Each did it differently, felt differently but most of all it felt intimate. Orgasms are wonderful; they cleared her head and made her feel more connected to the world. They reminded her of who she was and could’ve been. She liked being connected to others but most of all she liked having orgasms with herself, she’d never felt this connected before.
5. The Island. People here hate it, she doesn’t. She fears it and sometimes she wants to yell at it but she respects it. She had done the Island’s job for a long time; she assumed that was what it was, her soul. She had after all buried down into herself to escape and now she was here. The Island made her human and she loved the experiences it was giving her. She liked playing in the sand, swimming in the sea and dancing in the compound. The Island had given her something she had never had before; a life.
1. Her Heartbeat. Fluttery paper butterflies hiding beneath her chest. Panicked, flighty, constant and soothing, protecting her from the world she no longer knows. It leaps, unsure and happily, at people and springs her in to action. It makes her hurt and ache inside. It’s new and different, a new chaos inside of her and one that makes itself heard. It drowns out the voices and the monsters and reminds her, what it is to be human. She likes people knowing about it, knowing that she’s alive and that she is different now. It gives her hope. Delirium likes her heartbeat.
2. People. People giving her a chance and not treating her like a child, like the youngest child from a much wiser family. People for not caring about who she was or about her family. People with warm voices and kind smiles and plenty of time for her. People who keep the promises they give her. People who dance with her or give her something to dance about and something to dance to. People who touch her and don’t flinch from her, people who give her hugs. People who treat her like a human. People or one person in particular.
3. Sensation. Everything is new and overwhelming at times. The smallest sound is heard for the first time and it makes her want to weep with joy, she doesn’t even care if it is waily woman. The first taste of a banana, not the one she used for safe sex practice but another one, makes her moan and gasp. The feel of Ragetti’s calloused hands on her touching her new skin, scratching it and pulling her close. The smell of whiskey still lingering. The first image she sees through her mismatched eyes and it’s a sign, it says Tabula Rasa.
4. Orgasms. She never understood really why humans loved her sister-brother so or how they always ended up in Desire’s realm. She kind of did now. Hot and hard bodies above her, causing her pain or pleasure or both. Each did it differently, felt differently but most of all it felt intimate. Orgasms are wonderful; they cleared her head and made her feel more connected to the world. They reminded her of who she was and could’ve been. She liked being connected to others but most of all she liked having orgasms with herself, she’d never felt this connected before.
5. The Island. People here hate it, she doesn’t. She fears it and sometimes she wants to yell at it but she respects it. She had done the Island’s job for a long time; she assumed that was what it was, her soul. She had after all buried down into herself to escape and now she was here. The Island made her human and she loved the experiences it was giving her. She liked playing in the sand, swimming in the sea and dancing in the compound. The Island had given her something she had never had before; a life.