#`musing.

[survivxxr]

         when your hope shatters          in front of your eyes . . .          do you piece it back together          holding onto the past, dreams          long since gone          or do you move on and learn          to breathe new air, craft new          constellations, with newfound          a s p i r a t i o n.

         he watches it crumble          and everyday he chokes          on thick air, in hopes that          it will repair i t s e l f.