x1zombiechick

I am rolling down a hill far away from our normal lives, to a place of peaceful paradise - opened gates only to those with good will. My arm attacks a rock and loses the fight; becomes a broken piece as I begin to ponder the past. Memories laid bare upon the grass for none but I to bear witness. Flashes of my ambition: My vision - straight like an arrow - I pushed and struggled in the crushing puddles of hardship and found Life rushing ahead of me as I achieved meaningless greatness. I was a proud man covered in glitters of glistening gold, and to gain a reputation to uphold, I gave away pieces to the bitter, the quitters and non-believers