Dear Avie,
I’m trying hard not to get too close to the flame.
The warmth that was here is slowly fading away.
There’s a fire deep down inside of me.
Desolation is settling in.
Everything’s turning to ashes.
It’s all slowly drifting away with the wind.
I’ll never be able to erase all the things I’ve seen.
All I have are bad dreams.
Death devours me.
Xoxo- Mommy
