Chapters.

Chapters.

Pages strewn with unspoken words, marking the time and space of an era. Upon reflection, falsities were the underlining theme of so many trampled actions. To feel a anguish and self-pity, allowing the consumption  of poisons so vile that the subject was subjected to the notion of deserving nothing less but pure cruelties. Fires burning and destruction follow in wake, to walk among the rubble finding no refuge and stripped from an armor  which creation was years in the making. Forge in torment and sadness; self mutilation became an escape; in where hate and darkness could flourish. Lost in space and in vast darkness; laying under the weigh of concrete and knocked about by waves of despair; having nothing to lose but everything to gain became a guiding lane. Slowly, finding the will to shed off the last remainding corpse; a rebirth was conceived and the stars aligned. Navigating the brave new world, with heighten senses, bruises, and scars; motivated by the hope of a better tomorrow. Now coming to the end of this new horizon, one can look over one's shoulder and realize. Losing was the only way of truly becoming victorious, betrayal was the only way to gain trust. Being blind was the true way of seeing, to hate was to learn how to love again. To renounce old habits and an old sense of self; was merely the discovery of a new beginning; melodies resonating with true life accounts were the harmonies that place everything in order and gain true perspective. A new direction is marked on the crack compass, a new book is slowly being compiled by using the remmants of the old. While one chapter has closed, a new one is only starting to be unfold and written.