Xiaojun

I, who can't count all the stars in the sky who can only see with the abilities given to me I do not see but a ring, but a conection an invisible bind between two people unknownly perhaps to themselves. Knowing this, I hesitate and my mind clouds up in raging grey winds of uncertainty. I walk but I grieve of all that is lost and will be I look up to scream but only my soul does until no tear can no longer be shed from my eyes anymore. Alive I may be but tearing inside layer by layer splits to pieces that will take time to rehabilitate. By that, I stand growing stronger against my will building what it is to be me, for t