by MagicGirl_Helia » Sun Mar 04, 2012 3:42 pm
Allie smiled. "Okay," she said. "You wanna walk ?" She thought for a moment and smiled. "Wait...I wanna show you something." She said, getting up and grabbing her crutches.
"And wouldn't it be nice to live together,
In the kind of world where we belong..."
They were never scared
of the kids who might die,
or the empty spaces
they would leave behind.
"They were afraid of us
The ones who lived."
"It is the fire.
The spark.
Black is the color of memory.
It is our color.
The only one they'll use
to tell our story."
“I used to dream
about turning back time,
about reclaiming
the things I'd lost
and the person I used to be.
But not anymore.”