por un momento, yo era un pájaro, era libre.
Let me just let you in on a little secret right now: graduation is nothing like the movies. I was very, very wrong.
The old rusty helmet was big on the child’s head, tilting far down over his eyes with each lilting step....The dark hand of devastation was drawing nearer, tightening its grip around the soldiers of the 142nd Army Infantry Division and choking them out one by one with fingers of lead bullets and mortars.
I once knew a girl made of fragments of shattered glass. She was beautiful. The array of colors and shapes would refract the sunlight, splashing a rainbow of light and hope across the whitewashed walls, creating beauty out of broken pieces.
The wind screeches its silken song, and a chorus rises from the roots. The morning mist wanders below, as I am paralyzed and forced to choose.
I'm sorry. I know it's not your fault you were created this way; it's simply what you are. But Glitter, I cannot stand you.