I am not pretty, I am not beautiful. I am radiant as the sun.
Our leader: THE M O C K I N G J A Y.
My spirit. This is a new thought. I’m not sure exactly what it means, but it suggests I’m a fighter. In a sort of brave way. It’s not as if I’m never friendly. Okay, maybe I don’t go around loving everybody I meet, maybe my smiles are hard to come by, but i do care for some people.
catching fire + atlas;
some saw the sun, some saw the smoke