The flames are burning all around.
Every dream, every hope burned to the ground.
Ashes.
The breeze turns to gusts
and around me the ashes continue to fall...
The biting of the memories forces tears from my eyes.
Gone.
It's all gone.
Who am I without this place?
I guess I'll find out...
Just one step. That's all it'll take.
One step.
Which way?
I look frantically around,
my head a mess of warring thoughts.
A flash of color in the grey.
The tears flow harder as I fall to my knees.
As they fall, the tears wash away the ash.
Beneath it, the splash of color blooms.
A flower.
The mark of new beginnings.
A sign of starting fresh.
The answer to my question, "Where do I begin?"
Simple.
We're starting over.