I miss you. How have you been? Are you still there? Did you ever think about your child? Are you still married to father? Why did you give me away? Did I have siblings? Was I older or younger? Would you like the version of me I became? How would you feel about my friends and loved ones? I hope you do. I was never able to get another family. I still live alone. I wish I had someone with me. Maybe you're still out there, looking for me. Are you looking for me? Was I just something to toss away, an accident? It feels like I'm an accident. Do you miss me? Will anyone miss me?
By Trinh Dyo
A boy travels from the skies, a white burning streak. He is born only knowing pain and burns. He may only die quickly, but it's his purpose. He was only made to burn. His body, when crashing in the ground, will bring some spark of hope into the world. Is it short or long, he'll never know. He'll only know suffering, and the hope that it's worth the ordeal.
~Quoll