"I'm jealous of everyone! When I look into your eyes, I see a soul. Your eyes? A soul!" My voice starts rising. "But when I look into my eyes? Guess what! All I see are broken glass shard that reflect the light of the blazing sun! Behind the shards of glass, guess what's behind it! Nothing! A void of absolute nothingness! No soul! The shards were my soul!"
Clenching my fists, I stomp my feet. "Guess what's behind that void? A well... A wishing well... filled to the brim with unanswered wishes. Wishes of hope, strength, comfort and serenity. Abandoned and forgotten years ago..."
My voice trembles and the tone lowers. "Wishes wanting to be free, wanting to be made true."
