I remember that night clearly.
The heat, that flame.
The darkness that watched me
Burn my dreams
That night,
I burned everything I loved,
Gave it to fires and watched it turn to ashes.
All the things I put my efforts into,
But those are the things I miss now.
But I was aware of what I was doing.
And so there was hesitation in me.
But, I.. didn't wanted to burn them
I wanted to erase me, find a way to look for something else, anyhow. I can.
But now? Even if I miss them.
I remember none of what I worked on
I guess I miss my dream.
A dream to die for.