What am I? It is the bird that jumps from the rooftop, the fish that refuses to rest in silence, the window that is always close but cannot touch the moonlight.
The lights were dim, and I used only a weak light, staring at the photo on the wall with distracted eyes. It was a bright girl with a bright smile hanging on the corner of her mouth. I never imagined at the time that my favorite smile would eventually be destroyed by my own hands.
Intention: those young time and space