Messa
My mind shatters as my personal fear is caving in. I notice everyone stop and stare-then point their fingers toward my direction in high amusement. I hit the ground harder than ever...I feel myself begin to pull together, and look up and realize that I am being re-pieced by my enemies- they are what make me.
The earth has been harder for me to walk on. I have no idea what is to come of this. Her eyes tell me stories of which I have never heard. Her beauty-her grace- so perfect... TOO perfect. She seems so fake, so cinematic. I hope her voice will be heard.
The earth has been harder for me to walk on. I have no idea what is to come of this. Her eyes tell me stories of which I have never heard. Her beauty-her grace- so perfect... TOO perfect. She seems so fake, so cinematic. I hope her voice will be heard.