Indestructible

This is a story of a girl who wanted nothing else but to be alive. She lived in a deep dark hole, a cave which occasionally was graced by the chief source of life. She was cold and she was sad. She was angry and she was trapped. There was no way out, only a downward spiral and the hard concrete floor. She did find it, the floor. It wasn't pretty. The fall was not graceful. There was very little grace to begin with in her demeanor. Her hell was great. Her pain felt real. And the dark cloud up above seemed to never go away. 

This is a story of a girl who wanted nothing else but to feel alive. It is said that dreams do come true and miracles are to be expected. While hope is all that seems to never dissolve, no dream and no miracle were about to show up at any door. And just as she threw her arms up in the air, the cloud parted, the ray of sun gently opened her eyes, and she began to work. 

This is a story of a girl who wanted nothing else but to become alive. Life had other plans for her, for she didn't become alive. She became life. She is more than alive, she feels more than alive. She simply is life. And when they come, they want to taste it. And when they watch, they want to embrace it. And sometimes, they don't know what to do with her, and so they run and they blame and they damage and they maim. 

This is a story of a girl who now wants nothing else but to shine like the brightest star, because there is nothing else to do but to glow, and there is nothing else but to grow, and there is nothing else that can be said about the voice outside the head. It's a voice of freedom. It's a voice of laughter. It's a voice of gladness, and.... ever-after.