The world doesn't care if you die. It won't listen to your screams.
If you bleed on the ground, the ground will drink it.
It doesn't care that you're cut.
I told myself when I meet God, it will be the first thing I ask him:
why make a world of such wonder then fill it with monsters?
Why make flowers and then snakes to hide beneath them?
What purpose does the tornado serve?
Then it hit me:
he didn't make it for us.
What an odd thing, attraction.It consumes you.
Stronger than hunger or fear or anything I've ever felt.
I feel it everywhere. My hands, my stomach, my toes.
The whole world faded away, no more stars or moon, no sky at all
No earth between my feet, no rock against my back.
There was only us.
I’d known death since I was a child.
But it had never touched me.
It had never placed its rotten finger on my heart.
Today, my eyes died.
I see the world through my mother’s eyes now.
Yes, freedom has fangs. And it sunk them in me.
I chose to love him, he chose to love me back. Then chose to protect me.
Then a man we’ve never met before chose to kill him and made me color blind.
Maybe killing this man will get my eyes back.
Maybe it won’t.
But I chose to find out.