I know I annoy you with these messages. And I know I am not good at cheering you up. And I know I touch you too much and that I dont give you enough space..

It burns in your soul
And you lose all control
You cannot hide from it
You cannot pride from it
It will always catch you
It will always burn in you
But one day
That one day maybe

The smoke had finally lifted and the last of the flames were starting to fade. The child stood in the middle of the ashes, lucky to be alive. He was silent. He was still.