[ IP ] Wilderness

It ’ s the blood sky. 
 A great sign from the days back in a more benevolent time. A relative term in the wake of this destruction. A death that comes only from a malicious passion fueled by twisted bravado. Dark and evil times that require swift stoic responses. A long journey laid ahead, trials and tribulations. All for a chance, a chance for more. A chance for blue skies and a warm sun. A tasty freedom; a sweet nectar of volition. Troubling, is it a memory or a dream at this point? In the hazy doubt that swims through my ears as the fog surrounds all my haunting hours I find the truth. The truth is in the autonomy. 
 And the autonomy is worth it all.
