My Sister The girl of my dreams stands at 4ft 3, her face a constant glow and her hair a frame of the porcelain which lay across her skin. A little ragdoll, a canvas untouched for the dirty fingers of society to press against, smudging her innocence, blending it intricately with the clouds of smoke created by the decadence of her surroundings. The degenerates she will come to call her friends, employers and no doubt teachers will tell her farfetched tales of the world. Friends always come first and never betray. Work hard and you'll climb the never ending ladder. Study more and you can do whatever you choose. Just a few lessons this little lady will learn whilst collecting her dreams off the floor.

Glass I hold before me in my morbid mortal hand, a beauty so divine, a fragment of god rarely seen by man. It's infinite wonder has sent humanity searching for this glowing warmth all their lives. Yet now when I stare deeper into the void of light, all I see now is a dimming end that interests me no more. It's slips from my hand and shatters like glass and not even a tear escapes my eye. Am I truly a child of god if not even a fragment of the divine does not entertain my mortal mind?

..... ......DERP?

Babble Your babbling has not fallen upon deaf ears.

Bird A bird does not try to fly without it's wings