Dracoism
By: ShinigamiForever

[breaking dawn]

My father used to collect glass bottles. I loved them too, they were such pretty colors, green and blue and white. But what was rarest of all was the red and orange ones, like catching colored smoke and filling a bottle with them. I like glass now. It nicks and cuts at my skin, but it is beautiful.

Dawn, to me, is a bottle. When it is morning, the bottle breaks and scatters its fragments across the sky to make peace.

How sad, that what some people perceive as so happy is really the fragmented soul of a bottle.