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ＵＳＥＲＮＡＭＥ：Bathtub Barracuda
ＮＡＭＥ：Rêve
ＮＡＭＥ ＭＥＡＮＩＮＧ：French;; Dream
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ＡＧＥ：20
ＮＡＴＩＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ： French x Japanese
ＴＨＥＭＥ ＳＯＮＧ：Dreamer by The Word Alive
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Musings
A tiny child snatched from a loving home in the dark of night
though hastily returned.
But this once kindred and bright spirit was not self; her soul marred and changed; her very being snuffed like a candle at dawn.
But she was young, and time tends to heal most wounds;
Even the smallest flames can flicker back to life if given time to do so.
But history, unlike time, is less forgiving:
History tends to repeat itself.
And just like a forest once scorched is not immune to new flames
A soul long healed can always be rebroken.
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"She was a bright child, not only in the mind but of the spirit"
That is what I had been told, at least. You know how people always joke around when they see old photos of you?
"You were so cute! ... What happened?"
I never get that: Photos of me are only met with sad eyes.
"You were so happy ... What happened?"
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Imagine going to check on your baby and finding them gone without a trace. My parent's don't need to imagine such a scene. According to the newspapers the curtain over my open window was even flapping lazily in the breeze; a cruel mockery of the tears which stained their faces.
But I was found shortly after. It got a bit of media attention for a while, too.
Apparently I was pretty shaken for a while. But things got back to normal and the memory eventually faded from my mind.
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Senior Report Card: Final Comments
Rêve has demonstrated excellent results this year. She has told me that she wants to pursue a career in journalism or business, though I believe that law is not at all out of her reach. As she often reminds me, the world is her oyster!
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These walls are thin, though my skin? Not so much.
" ... She barely even leaves her room! And when she does, well we know how that played out today! How can I believe that she’s fine when she acts like a completely different person! You know she deferred her college applications? She is a bright girl, and before... what happened ... she was so excited to start"
"I see your concern ma'am. I admit Rêve's behaviour is surprising, but it is to be expected from someone in her position."
"You think her behaviour is ‘surprising’, Officer? My daughter should be down at your station being written up for vandalism! How is that not concerning?! All she does is mope around! She barely even speaks to us anymore, and when she does it is only to tell us to 'mind our own business'. Mind our own business? I am her mother!”
"Honestly, it sounds like she’s just working through things. You mentioned she spends a lot of time writing?"
"Yes. That silly book is practically glued to her arm. I have never read it though; honestly I’m not sure if I want to."
"It just seems to be her way of coping. Some victims of hostage situations have reacted much worse. I mean, your daughter witnessed multiple murders, right in her face. She no doubt believed that she was going to be part of the casualty count. To be honest, your moody teenager simply being a ... moody teenager is far from anything of concern. You should consider yourself very lucky."
"But she just seems so lost, Officer. She has never spoken to anyone about that day. I have no idea what goes on in her head, absolutely no idea."
"And in time she will let you in, once she feels she is ready to. Take care, ma'am."
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Rêve is a very withdrawn and pessimistic young lady. She has quite an uninviting and cold aura, and her stoic demeanor and blunt honesty makes her less than ideal company for most.
Withdrawn
Knowledgeable
[Rêve enjoys studying, and is very intelligent, particularly in the fields of literature and politics. She has an extensive vocabulary and can be quite eloquent in her writings.]
Pessimistic; Downcast; Stoic
Unmotivated
Blunt; Outspoken
[Rêve is brutally honest, cynical and sarcastic, and has no sense of humour whatsoever. She hides an arsenal of quips and snide comments and will not hesitate to deploy them when she feels the need to defend herself.]
Impulsive; Reckless
Argumentative; Petty
[Rêve holds some very strong opinions and actually enjoys riling up those who disagree with her, meaning that many conversations ultimately become debates.]
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To me, this whole song, from the underlying tone of desperation to the dark and almost hopeless feel of the melody, really compliment Rêve's persona and situation. I would also recommend checking out the music video, as the imagery and overall aesthetic adds an eerily nostalgic and detached atmosphere to the song, which is also a key part of Rêve’s character.
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I won’t wait until I’m dead to sleep anymore
I often find myself awake when the rest of the world sleeps. It's a nice feeling of loneliness ... except for this one time.
"Please, please bring my dreamer home!"
My mother’s crackled whisper crawled into my mind ... And it sat there, simmering, festering... And the more it echoed it in my head the more I wished I could forget that I'd even heard it ... until I started to find a little meaning in those words ...
Then one day it just clicked.
That was the day I vowed to change myself. Not necessarily to ... become who I was ... but more to ... become who I should.
My mother was not repeating the words she cried to the news cameras all those years ago, begging for my safe return as a child. She was calling for me to come back now; to come back to life.
It shouldn’t be like that. I shouldn’t just exist as a meer husk of a being, devoid of spirit and a soul.
But a husk cannot simply be restored to what it once was. A husk needs to be buried; it needs to decompose and return to dirt for it to truly come back to life.
Because where that husk once sat will give a seed a place to find its footing; to sprout to life. And growing takes time, and patience, but most importantly, you can’t force it. You nurture it. And with that foundation that small seed will become something even more beautiful and stronger than what that empty husk ever was.
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Ａｒｔ Ｃｒｅｄｉｔｓ
All art and writing is by me. Top two graphics sourced from here.
I love both, and happy late B-day!