Life
The World seems so bright from my window high above. As I am watching people with no faces, I imagine them to be happy, busy living their lives. So far away, so different from myself... The Sun burns my skin shining proud on the blue, blue sky. It hurts my eyes as I lay in the darkness of my forgetfulness. And though they hurt I cannot see 'cause I am blinded, forever cursed to hide from the light of life. The Sound of Life penetrates my prison and I hate it for disturbing me from my eternal sleep. Birds shouldn’t be aloud to sing, wind rustling thru the leaves shouldn’t make a sound, all life should stop with me for it is not fair to pain me even more with sound and light and Life outside myself.
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