starin' into open flame . character hub

there are memories - distant , sometimes close - too close. they are not your own- they belong to someone else, someone who came before you. you are all one entity, you want to be your own person - you want to be different than them. You were given life in their names- in their ashes. you feel them all under your skin, quiet like the blood, deep like the bones. they are quiet now, you know better than to trust that.

you are the afterimage their rage.

you are their hope for a future.

you have to survive

you have to fix the mistakes they made.