Savor sorrow despite nights feeling forever as lessons need be learned. Favor feeling what is real.

Fallen apart we fickle hearts are within ourselves pride is the genesis of the mindset we set willingly as a sworn nemesis.. Fear not the maimed resolute mind of one who has built lives of love via selflessness til no resources remained..

Only know we have felt ourselves fall. Fought to lose it all..

Built stability to witness what we have made real fly through hells until pain of impact forces us off course.

Good intentions are the vessel of our pain soaring flawlessly but rushing to find happiness far too fast.. This wayward vessel of ours always crashes..

And burns to ashes..