She was a child with a naive mind. A little girl who saw no cruelty. Didn’t suspect bad in a single soul. Trusted everyone she’d meet.   She was nine years old, still a kid. She was picked on by older girls. She was scared and cried every day. But she still had faith in the world.   In fifth grade, she was more grown up. She crawled back up the social rope. Her teacher…

When I first met him there was a daisy tattooed on his neck. It screamed the beauty that I wish I could emit. He told me, tan hands wrapping around mine, that “the sun and the moon are one in perfect balance. Those that destroy have been destroyed in the past.” He would whisper in my ear the secrets of the light. The roses swooned for him, the clouds bowed to him with familiarity. The…