wednesday's child is full of woe

by Rachel Lynch in


Why are you here? You're not meant for places like these. You're not suppose to be walking this land with that heavy head of yours. Don't you know that you were born to fall into the weird world of non-existence? Didn't they tell you that before you got in here? You wrote to me once saying that this world isn't meant for people like us. You and I are a crazy gamble, resting on the cool floor and floating in front of a mirror. We're translucent and a victim of our own features. Get away while you can, people like you and I don't end up living very long.