Long ago, this world was considered chaotic. They say it's because the shattered was considered equals. Some who were whole would be looked down upon and those broken were considered shattered. Himly kan believed that this system was broken. He created a hierarchy, faultless would be the highest. They were those who are the best mankind can be, complete and successful. Mended, those who could eventually be fixed but were not quite whole. Next was broken, those who still had a small chance of fixing what people called "problems." The last on the hierarchy was the Shattered. Those who broken either physically or mentally beyond what they called "fixable". My family was considered mended. We had higher praise and it seemed like we were "better." all good things have to end right? Or when it ends your eyes are opened more. You can see the world from a new perspective. If I had only been able to open my eyes sooner, I could have helped.

I used to believe that this system worked. I believed this world was truly better. That was until I met you. When I met you, it was like a foggy window was broken and shattered into a thousand pieces. For once I could see clearly. For once I could see that the shattered pieces were beautiful, unique, and wonderful. I could see that without the shattered pieces, the rest was only a broken mess. We used to be separated by simply wearing white or black. You wore the shining gold as I fell to blue. May it be fixed. To a world where we grow up learning that just because you choose to walk doesn't make you poor and because you choose to own a car doesn't make you better. I fear for the future generations, may the world you grow up in be run in love, not fear.