The fire in smoke.

I wouldn't change a thing.
Tomorrow however, is a new day.


I tried so hard after they left to make my heart hard. And now all my hard work is undone.
It's just much easier to tear down, than to build up.
 
Sometimes when I stare at the migarette in my hand,  beg it to cease the moments of sadness and loneliness.
If only the moments of silence and happiness could be with me all I want.