Anonymous
Back then, I always stared into the screen, and all I saw was static. This static then turned into the people that walk the streets, that work the same old jobs; these particles moving the same pattern, like they accept the madness that devours our world. After all the battles I've fought, now when I stare into the same screen, I see colors amidst the static. These colors suddenly combine, forming a clear image of me, how I've changed. All over the world, however, few can see past the static.
Anonymous
Tell me, what is a monster? All of your life you had been regarded as such, yet you choose to refuse their words. What exactly is your motivation, as even the most durable of motivations crumble under pressure? You are marked a sinner, yet the light of those who reside high in the clouds aids you in finding your path to making a bright future. Many would be envious, for this is a trait that so few possess.
