twins - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
To all the world they looked like babies, walking on brand new legs, seeing with brand new eyes. If you were to close your eyes and listen to them chatter, you would be forgiven for assuming they were at least five years old. Every word was perfect, their ideas busting into the world like spring flowers, beautiful and natural, only awaiting the right conditions to blossom.
There was something of the summertime in the twins, as if they reflected the warmth of one another, passed it like a beach-ball if the other felt sadness. Perhaps that's what made them so resilient and such a joy to be around. There were, of course, times they fought, but then they were simply as kittens learning how to be cats and it evaporated as quickly as it came.
As far as I could remember, me and my brother were each other's half. If he went away for a long time, I'd feel numb, empty and nothing would motivate me; yet these feelings would vanish the second he was besides me again. We talked about this once. He swore to me that there'd always been something at the back of his head, a sort of whispering sound. He said that he always knew when I felt upset, angry or sad - even when I acted cool and nonchalant. I wasn't surprised by that because I felt the same feeling countless times... it's like a kind of connection, a thread linking us both together in the most beautiful, sophisticated way possible. It was strange but alluring nevertheless. There was something about both of us pulling the other in his own orbit and neither wanted that to be weakened, even when we're all grown up. Even when both of us will eventually have families of our own to love and cherish, we're each other's half and that'll always remain the same.