The Phoenix That Flew

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May 7, 2016

Dear Journal,

Andy was a mystery. Her mind was a maze and her heart was in a cage. But that's the thing, her heart was in a cage. The second you got to her heart there was no way of getting back out. The only way to get back out was to break her trust, which would metaphorically be the cage. That's probably why she lost so many ashes. So she stopped letting people get close to her. I was an exception.

Phoenix.
(November 26, 2015, 1:19 pm)

Yes?
(November 26, 2015, 1:24 pm)

I've been thinking. You said you were like a phoenix because every time you were knocked down you would rise from your ashes. That can be thought of in a lot of different ways. Can you elaborate? Specifically the ashes part.
(November 26, 2015, 1:26 pm)

You could see my ashes as my friends or family. Every time I'm hurt by someone, I use the strength of my friends and family to rise again.
(November 26, 2015, 1:27 pm)

How many ashes do you have? Am I one of them?
(November 26, 2015, 1:27)

I'm down to four. I usually lose one every time I get hurt.
(November 26, 2015, 1:28 pm)

How many did you have?
(November 26, 2015, 1:31 pm)

In the beginning I mean.
(November 26, 2015, 1:31 pm)

A lot more than I have now.
(November 26, 2015, 1:32 pm)

Do you think everyone has their own ashes?
(November 26, 2015, 1:32 pm)

Yes.
(November 26, 2015, 1:34 pm)

What happens when there's none left?
(November 26, 2015, 1:35 pm)

I don't know. You either gather more or you fall.
(November 26, 2015, 1:37 pm)

Please try not to fall Phoenix. I'd prefer you to fly.
(November 26, 2015, 1:39 pm)