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100 Themes - 19. Gray
100 Themes Gray
When you think about right and wrong, you begin to think in black and white. What is right is right and what is wrong is wrong. But at what point is something right and something wrong? How much grey space is there between the right and the wrong?
Hotch really cant tell anymore, he was the one who was meant to be out there and catching the bad guys Yet he no longer knew why he was there anymore.
Hed started with the mindset that he would always be the hero, he would always be the good guy, never ever ever the bad guy.
What happens when he catches the killer, who only kills because of how his father brought him up? Or when you caught a killer that only wishes to forget all of the painful memories that had made up his life so far
There was a point where Hotch decided that there was no black and white in the world, instead there were many shades of gray, some darker than the others and some lighter.
Hotch hoped that he belonged in the lighter
100 Themes - 18. Rainbow
100 Themes Rainbow
There was always a rainbow somewhere in the world, somewhere
There was this thing that Reid learnt to do when he was in primary school, the trick was to put up a glass prism and shine a torch through it, everybody knew this trick.
Reid liked to shine the torch and try to see the indigo, its been eighteen years and he still hasnt be able to see the indigo, the indigo that his mother could see.
Shed describe it as Its a blue-ish colour, just that it has a tinge of purple and black Its really pretty. Followed by this shed beckon Reid to her side and point out the colour to him, but he couldnt see it. Shed explain Indigo, see it there. Just underneath the violet. See Spencer sweet, its just there. Just about there.
He still couldnt see it.
When he began to get the nightmares again, hed take out the crystal prism and the torch. Hed try and look for Indigo.
100 Themes - 17. Blood
100 Themes Blood
Hotch didnt remember, but Reid did. When they were still young they had known each other, not for long of course. They had gone to the same Kindergarten for one term, when Hotchs father had a short-term job transfer. Surprisingly, as children they had gotten along pretty well. The first week was slightly awkward, but after that they were almost always together. Sitting next to each other at snack break, sharing the umbrella on rainy days
Spencer had been less daring than Aaron had, when Aaron suggested that the two of them become blood- brothers, Spencer had been skeptical. Not because of the risks, no, he trusted Aaron with his life He was scared of pain, very scared. When he had grazed his knees, the pain just paralyzed him, he sat on the bottom of the stairs, staring ahead of him when the teacher came to try to get him to go back to class he couldnt move.
So when Hotch said that hed have to cut his finger, Reid had backed a
15. Silence by firenationgalSo here I am again
Writing in this diary of mine.
I guess I do write in a diary now. Isn't it
I've grown accustomed to writing in it.
It's like a way
Venting is actually quite fun, but I'm
Quite glad I don't have
Many things to vent about.
But I do have one thing to vent
The bird chirping
The rain pat-patting on the roof
The occasional honking of
It's so silent.
I hear nothing.
I decide to
Put on my music,
Hook up my iPod
To the dock in which it is supposed to sit.
Copacabana (At The Copa)
Barry Manilow, of course
I don't listen
To him all that often.
But that particular
I like quite a lot.
Even with my favorite
I hear nothing.
It is like I am deaf
Unable to hear
Unable to listen.
It is silent
And I do not like this
I begin to hear something.
I begin to hear the song.
It comes as quickly
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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