deafened, pulled, deflated.

Set ablaze the last of the wood. To break down and toss in the stick in which I leaned on for so long. So long. The flames dance along the side where I once kept my hand. For balance and the sun is so far from coming up. It's the last minute of today. A day in which has been one hell of a ride. You're not here to watch the fire burn out with me. I'm learning to live a life with out you. I still get choked up with the thought of you.

Creaked. You should have seen the tree. Set ablaze and provided first balance then warmth. To end the day with this and with out... Just more miles to keep running. Stories for someone living another life unbeknownst. I'm out here and words could never describe what were doing.

written nov of 2013.