It's hard to breath fire and ash.

Hard to live amongst the dead.

To watch their corpse break from the embers.

A wasteland

Filled with lost souls.

Abandoned ghosts.

There should be nothing left.

And yet here you stand.

Freshly green and a posture that's defined.

You're new.

Different.

It's hard not to stare.

And that is when I see it.

I envy it.

Your resistance.

You broke earth like it was nothing.

Crawled your way through the soil

ash,

and bone.

You did not succumb to darkness.

You reached for the light and achieved it.

They look up to you.

And soon others will follow your example.

Turning ghosts into dreams.

Naturally.

It comes so easy to you.

Hope is what you breath.

We are so different.

Two sides of the same stained coin.

I can't do it as easily as you.

Will you bring me along?

It's easy to breath pine and pollen.

Easy to dance amongst life.

To bask in the blooming sun within the petals.

A forest

Filled with found creatures.

Awakened dreams.

Everything is here.