Self

I can only stand in the silence and listen to the echoes of nostalgia on how great things once was. But even those memories are too distant to grasp. My memory will constantly diminish into the darkness as I continue to live in this hard, cold like chamber in life.

My heart is broken yet my spirit is still strong. The light reflected on me comes from within and I can see new beginnings, new possibilities and new ambitions to create a new life with more livable memories.

I can only stand in the silence and wonder, “If the life of our youth, new and old, can stand to fight and see another day, why can I? Why can’t I?