i have seen flames burn through entire cities made of light. i have seen its builders laugh at the irony of the sight. i have seen storms pour down on tips of an old friend’s mouth. i have grown to be that old friend who have forgotten life without doubt. we’re foolish to think we gain things the more we see, but some things we learn leave us lesser a person than we can afford to be. i have looked around and found that some things are pretty. but they only either break you, or they break too easily.
