In a world made of glass,

stood a legend untold from the past,

what of the begginning?

what of the end?

what of life forfold and its impact beyond ground . . .

Life is different here on earth, or least I thought. We all hold our dreams within, hoping to the last that they come true. My dream was simple. It was of great beauty and of great depth. The problem was, it is unattainable. See, the truth is perfection does not exist and that was what my dream was. I wanted to go to college, fall in love, have a family, a great job and a future. But that all ended two months ago. It happened after I graduated from high school and a visit to my doctor. Then I found out that I had cancer and my dream was crushed. He told me it was terminal and I had no chance of surviving.

Shortly thereafter, I kind of went into my own world, reveling in infinite day dreams. I was depressed and my journey to "other worlds" was my only escape from endless chemotherapy, pain, and illness. But what does all of this have to with anything?

See, that one day was the beginning of the downward spiral of my life. My friends stopped calling and my family didn't know what to do. I kept to myself and never spoke, for silence is the only perfect thing.



I awoke one morning to find that my boyfriend of 5 years wanted nothing to do with me and my best friend died in a car crash. A few days later, i visited Leandra's grave and sank to my knees at the sight of her tombstone. I reached out to touch it and a flash of light so bright filled my field of vision and everything went black.