The street lights vanish smoothly behind us, the tout shout and definitely one of those shouting that make you feel sick.
The lady next to me squeezes further almost squashing tiny me into the window. The man in front thinks he is in his Ferrari and can only open the window when he feels like it.
The air conditioning of the car is pathetic to the point you almost feel sick. And my mind maunders clogged with ideas. The silent fighter that she was with a demon that clung to her lungs, for she has been one of those lost elements orbiting around a dark star probably in the middle of the milky galaxy.
Caught in a deadly gravity almost as strong as that of the black hole. The Whispers in her brain were crazy, and then she smiled. One of those sinister smiles. And it’s like an awakening, for she knew she was a broken pot with cracks filled with gold fill.
She chooses not to be beautiful but crazy, adventurous, witty, cunning, creative, and intelligent. She chooses to define herself and not people to define who she is.
Leo Queen~
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