I pity humanity. I do not find any meaning in giving this world my all. It doesn't deserve it. This twisted world is contorting reality, breaking the truth and blinding justice, to the point where we forget it's original state, shape and form. I've left the humanity that wants me to be normal. I've embraced what I really am: a dreamer. Some people find me crazy, others find me brave, some find me inspiring, others just laugh. But little do they know that I'll be the one laughing when they get thrown into the mud by the cold hands of society, then left to squirm around like fish on dry land. I won't pick them up. They won't deserve it. I'll just laugh.
Feathers are falling from the sky.
They change color as they land.
She can feel something soft beneath her feet.
Placentas are lining the ground with dead fetuses dangling from them in the air like balloons.
She looks around and in the distance she sees a beautiful forest of hands.
It steps closer to her so she doesn't have to walk.
She goes into the forest where the ground is made of nails.
She notices a giant hand with ugly nails and rough skin.
"You don't belong."
She cuts the hand down with a single tap.
Blood sprays high into the sky.
It hardens.
She climbs it and reaches the sky where the stars are crying.
She claps her hands and all the stars disappear.
She is left with the moon.
It hands her a piece of candy for being a good girl.
She slides down the blood pole and notices that the forest of hands is gone.
She stomps on the ground angrily and bloody fingers and nails emerge.
As they continue to rise they break and snap, scattering bones and dead butterflies everywhere.
She shakes her head and it all goes back in reverse. She sits down and watches as the dead fetuses float into the sky.
She takes the candy and opens it, unleashing a great torrent of paint.
The sky turns white.
The fetuses have all floated into the sky.
Their bodies drop back to the ground as if they rejected them.
She goes to sleep.
