Life
I was born on a sunny afternoon in mid March. Perhaps if you saw me now you wouldn’t recognize me. My hair has turned long and black and my eyes have turned a dark brown. Perhaps if you heard my story you would think I was odd. I envy those few people that haven’t heard or seen the horrors of the world. The horrors that babies have never even conceived. I envy many things and many people and I know that I have sinned but it is a part of the cycle of life. At death we are relieved of many things. As though a bird was just let free from its cage as it flies away just a blemish on the golden sun that shines on everything. The curse of life will always be around and hope fully it will become a blessing: the blessing of life.