I never really gave that comment too much thought, after all, it was just a comment. Words can be powerful tools – easily used to hurt or grant mercy, although we mainly focus on the hurt part when we talk. All of that has changed now, as there’s no going back to who we once were. We made sure and certain of that. We are not perfect and unfortunately it is in our nature to destroy ourselves… that comment I have thought about daily. I have the time to think now… more than enough time to ponder those things I didn’t before. I keep thinking that this isn’t real. That it’s some lucid dream I am stuck within, unable to find my way out of or even wake from. Impossible or not, I am smart enough to know it is not a dream… this is our life now This is who we’ve become – who we were all along. And we watch it burn with expressionless faces. Chapter One. Lightning danced across the intrepid sky.
What do You think about Day One (Book 2): Choices?
