Hope mingled with despair and fear, as if I cannot help but look into the sunlight, though it burns my bright eyes. Sweet voices that sever my broken soul, melding it into a new, brighter entity that creates hope wherever she turns, and despair whenever she leaves.
I can dream, can I not?
Though dreams are subtle, and turn swiftly into raging rivers of scorching blood that burns and sizzles against my pale, soft skin, riddled with scars.
Screaming in agony at those I am supposed to care for the most.
And I think I'm a fucking partial albino.