Female

26

"they both turned away but he turns away first when they kissed for the very first time because of the ways he had always structured to do things. for she is scattered all over, all over the place, broken pieces into a sandy beachground, sinking and careless to be reversed. his mind is like a library before the earthquake, and hers like a book that never begins, for books are supposed to have a specific point, an introduction with a conclusion. perhaps not only an ending. so he pushes her away from the shoulders and turned away with steady disappointment and she never wrote again."

-self distortions-
april's heart jumps everytime they touch as he finishes her every sentence. and she really really wish that he'd learn to hold her hand someday and teach her how to press more buttons. "perdon abril, lolita, mi amore, i have no buttons to push, only a few knobs left to twist, about four if you will!" they don't speak too often, but he's quite a good listener or maybe she just speaks too much. then sometimes when the night is stretched, she secretly listens to his conversations like a spy inbetween doors. he likes the way she distorts.

-master & slaves-
the view with what controls what in this universe is constantly changing, some say it's about perception, or maybe it is acceptance. the need to be in control, i am not quite shure if it is a human desire or if it is supposed to be one of our goals, the kind that you're supposed to attain and remain. i'm not shure if it is perception, there are some things that seems to have a solid picture of the roles of master and slaves. or not, if one doesn't believe in the absolute of physical evidence and theory. whoever can do that must be enlightened.