Post by Fiorae on Jan 3, 2012 21:01:35 GMT -8
"I never knew I could hate myself so much," Fiorae said softly to herself as she threw her bag to the ground and watching it land on a patch of unsuspecting flowers; she knew her soul was very much like the flowers she just killed with her pack and she knew there was little to nothing she could do to change her weaknesses into strengths.
Fiorae sighed and laid herself on the grass that she knew was made from the dead bodies and mulch the prison refused to let go to waste, but she ignored it and looked up at the night sky that she grew up knowing was fake. Silently, she wondered what the real star looked like, what the real breeze would smell like, and what real animals looked like, but she knew that she would have to break out of the confinement she was in - but she didn't know how.
"How do I leave you, Prison?" Her question was filled with defeat as she closed her eyes and relaxed into herself.
Fiorae sighed and laid herself on the grass that she knew was made from the dead bodies and mulch the prison refused to let go to waste, but she ignored it and looked up at the night sky that she grew up knowing was fake. Silently, she wondered what the real star looked like, what the real breeze would smell like, and what real animals looked like, but she knew that she would have to break out of the confinement she was in - but she didn't know how.
"How do I leave you, Prison?" Her question was filled with defeat as she closed her eyes and relaxed into herself.
