Some nights all I want to do is sign off for good. But I know when the sun comes up the next day the trails of the day prior begin their journey to fading away to becoming hidden scars that time will almost forget. Of course the scars will remain they always do but you learn to live with them, you learn to wear them as badges to remind you of the hell you have defeated and learned to walk through. The nights, oh the night they do get cold they will rattle your bones and test every ounce of soul you have left in your tattered old temple. But when the light comes you see the wasteland before you. You see the wounds you gained onto your collections and just perhaps you’ll realize you’ve survived another battle. Many times have I felt as if this night would be my last but many a morning have I woken up only to find that the war rages on and I have yet a new badge to adorn my growing collection. This night is not the end yet in the silence following the destruction one wonders if perhaps this will be the last or if perhaps this is just another wound that will only scar and leave a mark in place of a end.
