damn these days where the world seems to collapse on you and you have to pick it all up.
our lives are like flowers which are like clouds which are like waves which are like butterflies which are like trees. sure the timeframes are different. but the outcome is the same. a timeless ebb never changing, ever flowing. and for those who have been burnt by this flame, never fear, for the one before you and the one after you will be burnt all the same. it is inevitable; a part of life so to say. in birth we are set on a crash course for the flame and all we can do is choose what to treat our burns with after the fact. be it love, kindness, anger, destruction, charity, isolation, hate, or just to take it with a grain of salt and get back up. the flame can never tell us how to heal. unfortunately humanic stupidity keeps us from holding appreciation for the things we hold so dear until it is that we are burnt by those very things. a man truly never appreciates his legs until he loses them. we take so much for granted, never realizing this until it is gone. and too often a time the flame is lost. and can never be relit. so walk soflty with your wounds. they are who you have become. and who you will leave behind.

downtown.