When I woke from my helplessness about life, I realized my path was overgrown with weeds, with barely another soul in sight. I'd heard so many people tell me I would fail, as if they could know for certain what my future held. I wanted to make my path shine with colorful stones. I'm still lost, but this time, if I have to die, let it be among the colors.
Theme: I hope every sensitive person who struggles with low self-esteem will see loving what they love as a gift, not a source of pain.
