I hate this place. Its filled with memories.

Memories of…

medusa.

a semicolon.

a broken heart.

and still I stand.

i stand alone while the city around me burns to ash and there is no escape in sight.

i stand alone in the deafening silence while I clench my fists tight.

i stand alone staring at my burning city and my scars resurface with screams yelling at me so I don’t forget the dreams I’ve had since my early teenage years and I can’t leave my burning city until I see my world burning along with it.

you do not scream for assistance but stare into my eyes as if my soul is pouring into yours but your gaze does not change. 

and as you burn with me I find that my scars have silenced, and my head is clear.

i still don’t know what I’m doing here.