Pick up a grain of sand, maybe a handful. How many grains of sand do you hold in your hand? Hundreds, maybe thousands. Fill a bucket with sand. How many grains are there do you suppose? Now imagine the beach. Let your mind remember the beaches all over the world. And the sand in the ground, and the sand everywhere you've ever been. The sand at the bottom of the lakes, oceans and rivers. How many grains of sand do you think there are and will ever be? So many grains of sand it would be impossible to count all of them. And infinite number. Now imagine the galaxy, and that dark luminous area we as humans call space. What's in space? Stars my friend. There are hundreds of millions of stars in this great big universe. Stars in places humans can't even get to. In fact. There are as many stars in the sky as there are grains of sand in the world. Stars are the jewels of the sky. Great big balls of fiery gas to be exact. And who wouldn't love balls of fiery destructive matter? But how many do you see? Maybe hundreds? For that many to be seen you would have to be somewhere in complete darkness, far enough away so city lights don't overpower a stars delicate shine. And if YOU are anywhere in which you can see hundreds of stars that means one thing and one thing only. You are in the middle of nowhere. And that is exactly where this story starts.
In the middle of nowhere.
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Maybe My Story
PoetryA story of Blaze, and Ace. A story of broken relationships, remote islands, trauma, hate, self destruction, and relationships that can never be. This is the story of tragedy, and recovery. Of Defensiveness and trust. Of music and writing. Of being t...
