It is easy to stand on the brink of destruction and say it’s all over, all hope is lost. When all is laid to waste and only ash remains. You can pray to the sky, or build a better world. With every moon the day and a world ends. With every sunrise the night dies and a world begins. It’s just a play, a beautiful act can often be followed by a tragic act. You decide when the curtain falls though. You decide what needs to be rewritten. I’ve sat in my sorrows for 25 years and on the 26, I’ve decided the story has gone to astray. It is time for a change and a better character. With the life of my daughter came the death of the tormented boy inside and in his ashes stood a man. A new dawn will break, it is time to carry on, break these shackles that have held me down and push through the threshold that I have stood at for far too long. I cannot falter any longer it is time to burn down and rise, it is time to become my own phenix. -Brandon Brutality.
youre welcome. thank you guys for pushing me as well
i fucking love reading these. stay strong