Missing flame 

Maybe it’s over, maybe we keep trying and all its doing us killing us all over again. Every sunrise and every sunset, I await our flame, but not one spark was lit that night.

In my darkness,  I weep for the light to creep.

I’m looking at this situation a million ways and I can’t believe it could be over, I know that’s not what we want, but it may be what we need. 13095995_10207946334248840_2555752951512811032_n

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