She was
damaged...
And unlike
others who coudn't bear light
became
they lived in their hearse...
she could
easily face the rays!
It was
like a constant battle..
To be
cheerful---
To carry
sunshine with her...
She fell
in love with all her bruises.
They were
a constant reminder;
that
healing exists...
That
happiness is a moment..
And so...
Everyday
..
Her task
was to collect such moments...
And when
she lay in her bed...
she was
grateful for the damage..
Every
night...every breath!
