the sunlight burnt the bridge.

"We build too many walls and not enough bridges." - Isaac Newton

The sun rises on this very chill morning and I'm reminded of the warmth it brings. Another long night out and I've lit my last cigarette, it burns slowly and I think, "These things will be the death of me." The cliche of the quote but I could care less, I'm busy feeling the energy of the sun, the heat, and the light ever so blinding.

I am alone, but this very moment I'm not lonely or do I just refuse to see the truth. My eyes are bloodshot, they're as red as the devil himself, glazed by tears from a yawn, and I shudder for some reason, perhaps the cold refusing to leave my body, maybe it could be something as mysterious as a ghost passing me by.

Sometimes I take these long exhales and I wonder what I would have changed, what many things that have happened to me would I make different? I change it all in my mind and my primary concern being; what kind of person would I be now? Would I be less humble, more prideful, hateful, happy but in need for a real path.

One thing I do know, I think of all this and I realize I have no regrets, I understand and comprehend that all of the troubles I have ever come to and all the blessing which have crossed me have helped make me become who I am, to whether or not it's taken a toll on me or to whether or not I have lost close people to me, it could have gone less messy but this is life, and it's always a bizarre and disastrous storm, but it's these moments in the calm that shape us.

"Though many bridges have been burned I know I can still salvage wood, stone, and metal to create new ones to new destinations." - Ryan D.

Here's something to seize the day with..