I'm rather obsessed by Mars at the moment, which is not helped by the fact
that I've always had an obsession with twins. This is an essay from Rei's
point of view about being a twin.
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Sunrise
By: Ariel-chan
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There are times when I almost feel sorry for the world. People are walking around in fragments, like a shattered mirror. At least, that's what I think of when I hear the term "soul mates". One soul divided among two people. Seems like a beautiful concept to find the other half of your soul, doesn't it? But think of all the people who don't. Fractured souls trudging through life only half awake.
Was I lucky to have you then? The other half of my soul was there from the moment I was born. I could look into its infant eyes with my own. Some people search their entire lifetimes unsuccessfully to find something I could see with a turn of my head. A flame to temper and match my own, but so easily extinguished.
So now I guess I need to decide who really deserves my sympathy- the world or me. While others will never know what it feels like to look into the eyes of someone who completes them, I will, and I will miss it. "Twas better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all," right?
Kira thinks that I'm a sunset. The colors of a burning sunset. But does that make you a sunrise? Did the sun have to go down on you to get me to where I am now? One change in time can create such a difference in the flow of fate. If you had not left me, would I have found Kira? Or perhaps the question is would I have needed Kira after all? She's the healer of my mind, the soother of my shattered soul, but my soul would not have shattered if you'd stayed.
And you know I blame myself. If I had not pulled off your wings, you may have flown when you leapt off that building. My wings were already broken, you see, and I tore yours off in a fit of jealousy.
There are times when I almost feel sorry for the world. People are walking around in fragments, like a shattered mirror. At least, that's what I think of when I hear the term "soul mates". One soul divided among two people. Seems like a beautiful concept to find the other half of your soul, doesn't it? But think of all the people who don't. Fractured souls trudging through life only half awake.
Was I lucky to have you then? The other half of my soul was there from the moment I was born. I could look into its infant eyes with my own. Some people search their entire lifetimes unsuccessfully to find something I could see with a turn of my head. A flame to temper and match my own, but so easily extinguished.
So now I guess I need to decide who really deserves my sympathy- the world or me. While others will never know what it feels like to look into the eyes of someone who completes them, I will, and I will miss it. "Twas better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all," right?
Kira thinks that I'm a sunset. The colors of a burning sunset. But does that make you a sunrise? Did the sun have to go down on you to get me to where I am now? One change in time can create such a difference in the flow of fate. If you had not left me, would I have found Kira? Or perhaps the question is would I have needed Kira after all? She's the healer of my mind, the soother of my shattered soul, but my soul would not have shattered if you'd stayed.
And you know I blame myself. If I had not pulled off your wings, you may have flown when you leapt off that building. My wings were already broken, you see, and I tore yours off in a fit of jealousy.