rosa never gets old | fiction writing

Once upon a time, in a galaxy filled with unusually large cuts of glitter, there was a skinny girl named Rosa. She was eighteen years old born on the year 1992. She thought she was a love child, but she wasn't. Rosa believed in the sky and the stars, the moon and the clouds, the rain, and the winds as they whispered in her ears and kissed her eyes. She never believed in love. The raw unfitting feeling of love escaped her from the moment her ignorance left a gaping hole in her head. Rosa danced more often then anyone. It didn't matter if she didn't make sense, it didn't matter at all. She walked tall and had lashes so long they often poked the boys who kissed her. She won't betray you without you knowing. She lets you know everything you need to know through her written thoughts and enigmatic phrases. If you couldn't read, she wouldn't save you. She couldn't care less. What makes her so cold is the death of the many beings inside of her. The fading of the many spirits flowing through her. Who do you blame when someone fucks up your life? Do you really have to blame? --