• Heart beats their so soft and fragile throught the eyes of warriors.Their faces torn with sweat and grease from the summer heat.The heart beats of the soldiers are like rageing beast battleing with their guns and their ego. in the bright afternoon when my family tree died along with the me becoming a piece of furniture burdeing my fellow familly with my presence.My bodie breaths but it wont move thought the years i have been waiting for my death since the battle that rages up to this day.The beast that made me in this state will one day feel my pain.
    My life in the normal state of mind was simple work eat and repeat until the day of the invation the jets zoom by the great skyscrapers booming went for hours and hours my family hid in a old metro station. My father has helping a family went suddently the most bright thing i have sen explded the shock wave blinded me for a couple moments.When i woke up I saw my father but he has erased his shadow has burnt into the wal and then nothing everything went black and i woke up ... and im this.