We lingered between millions of refracted rays magnifying our miniature entity. We were big in their eyes. But in truth, we were nothing but fatigued refugees seeking shelter in the heart of a cold world that had abandoned us. However, they could never see. We were grand and petite simultaneously.
Pain underlaid our faces digging its creases deep into our soul; a broken window offering a decaying view of our hearts. But to them we were still great. Instead of seeing what lay before them, their eyes were shapeable, malleable to whatever truth the minds wanted to perceive. They couldn’t get to us. There was always glass standing between our world and theirs. And between the glasses there were lies. And within the lies there were convoluted facts. And inside the facts there was nothingness. And with nothingness we were suffused.
We were perpetually lonely. Our souls took that form. But that never hurt. All we wished for was to be alone, away from the million nostrils sucking our air and leaving us suffocating. Away from the sun that burnt our skin. Away from the words rendered unheard. Away from the tongues that murdered truth. Away from the swords slicing our hearts to pieces. Away from everything and everyone. If it was what it took, demolish the shining crystal. Disperse its pieces among the corners of Earth so they wouldn’t put them back together. Let them see the small tarnished hearts barely beating. Let them see who we always were. But even then they wouldn’t shun us. They would completely destroy whatever remained.
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