Rebuilding Stories

After the flames died out, only the ash remained. Specs snowed down slowly onto my body as I stood in the barren remnant of my past. My burning eyes searched for anything salvageable amongst the wreckage, praying for a partly scorched photograph or even a burnt wooden beam yet only the ash remained. Days cascaded into weeks and bled into months as I stayed stuck in stasis. My rage pummeled away a little of the residue. My...

I have really been sad lately crying a lot of wasted tears for people that couldn’t give a shit. They just don’t care how much pain and hurt they cause not just to me but others too. So from this day forward they are history. The tears have dried up and it’s time to move on. It’s time to start rebuilding and give my heart a time to mend to work towards my dreams and aim for the stars.