I wouldn't have expected the outside to be so bland. Inside it was like my own personal wonderland. The walls were formatted in swirly measurements and the walls were either black or a bizarre shade of plum. I would have preferred all white which would make sort of an illusion in our minds, but this was good. In fact better than good, great, amazing, just right. I don't deserve the perfect school or home or name or anything. Nobody deserves it. We are only homo sapiens, low in the world, not that low, but we are alive making us less. You must die to become a little better. Then become a leader spirit, guiding the lost. The kings and queens of the universe are the little noises in our head. The ones who create mischief, or sorrow, and even happiness and protection. Those energies are the most deserving in the universe, but they only choose to have nothing.
Puts everything in perspective. We're not even dots in our galaxy. Not even microscopic specks. Hmmm.
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The One Word Theory
Science FictionA boy who lives in the dark An animated girl full of life A boy with humble beginnings The silent screamer A grey eyed girl with two sides The only real fighters in an endless battle against one of their pasts.
