What a shame we all became, such fragile broken things. A memory remains, just a tiny spark. I give it all my oxygen, to let the flames begin.
Somewhere weakness is our strength, and ill die searching for it. I can't let myself regret, such selfishness. My pain and all the troubled caused, not matter how long, i believe that there's hope, buried beneath it all and, hiding beneath it all and, growing beneath it all.
And this picture is sooo coool