I knew of twins who stood in a tornado, they watched the sky spin as it revolved around them. It seemed as though they were truly out of this world but with their maniacal plots to be one with the sky they had died a tragic death almost seemingly an I for an I. For it was said that good deeds  aren't remembered in the eyes of man.
The twins envied the way they could scream in the pouring rain and cry like the howling winds simply because they felt as if they we're not alone. Together they sat every night on the porch of their little black house in the middle of no where, holding hands and watching the clouds sail across the sky. Ones around them would glare and growl at how temperamental the girls had seemed, how strange they acted... the fact that they never talked.
Could it had been spoken any other way? In any other language? The twins were lost in their own twisted dimension, they could not speak you see and this was not something they chose to do. They could not see you see and this too was not something that they could control, this was something that was out of their hands.
Much like a tornado that spins out of control-- it cannot look and see the path in which it is heading and it cannot speak and tell you it is coming you can only listen and hope for the best... you can only pray that you return alive.

These girls honestly cared too much about everyone around them even through all the pain and the challenges that crushed them endlessly they could still stand back up with blood dripping from their scars and smile again and again. They could only hope that tomorrow would make for another day, that they're blind eyes would no longer shed tears that continually fall from their faces and make the flowers grow around them.
Like roses they too have thorns that stab at the shameless intruders that grant themselves access into their petals and curve their ways into their centers, much like insects that pollinate the earth, much like roses they cannot stop such an act of nature.
How they wished they could speak, how they wished they could see. Once when I saw them I remembered that I told them quietly-- "Sometimes the heart cannot see what the eyes can." Silently I walked away and with that said, nothing could be said because they could not speak. For they were blind and mute such a terrible mix don't you agree? A desperation to be a part of this horrible world that they had been born into they had died in the hands of the tornado that they had wanted to be so badly, they had died because they we're not normal like those around them. They had died because... just because, there are no true reasons as to why for I am only one to tell the stories of other you see? And thus those who know of these twins grieve and speak of what they could have done if they had known otherwise. Why try to fix something that is already broken? In fact why try to fix something that has been torn apart by those who inconsistently feel bad because of the aftermath? Like a tornado these girls still fly through the night skies with rain at their toes and thunder strikes at their heads.