XThe-PandaX

As it sits, dismembered. Slowly plucking its tune, so quietly, so weakly. Yet it still plays that sad, nameless tune. Killing itself for immortality. Its’ facade fools you, but not 100 percent, you can tell by looking at the heart shaped plate engraved with these words: Happy first birthday. Love Mom and Dad. Those words were always a disappointment, so was that insignificant engraved piece of scrap metal. Rusted, scratched and pitiful. What does that say about me, about how I’ve grown up? This little time capsule of youth’s lessons and hardships never ventured to water. Perhaps my tears that made it rust; maybe it’s