The world is falling from underneath me, it is slipping away from grasp. Nothing can replace what has been done. What was done.
Nothing, nothing remains.
The crumbling, the revenge I seek for what has been done.
I walk towards the edge, I walk towards the journey away from here; away from the damage. My hands clench as finally the events of only a few days ago start to reoccur.
I was walking for the mountains, the high mountains above the sky. Ice shining upon the top of them as I knew I was nearer to them. My hands were raw, my skimpy vest was useless in the breeze of wind. I had to go on though; I couldn't give up. I started sprinting to warm myself up a bit but as I was running I felt the breeze get stronger as snow started trickling down from the sky. I felt as it softly fell to my shoulders. I held my thoughts as to not change my mind about this. I couldn't anyway because after the fire where did I have to go to? Nowhere.