Every morning that I wake up in, theres cold sweat running down my face and my blood boiling from within. Having that same moment flash through my mind while unconscious, unaware of the surroundings I had passed out in.
The moments flashes every night around 12am.
A little girl around 6 years of age,
Laying in a dark, cold, dead field at the very top of the hill. Opening her lovely brown eyes to see the clouds that have slowly invaded that once blue sky. Not remembering anything the reason why she was there, who she was, or why she knew the bodys that where around her.
Remembering trying to wake them up, but never being able to do so. Finding everyone with the same mark on there left hand, the mark of the phoenix. Knowing she had one, but somewhere else. Having no-one but that little voice in the back of her head singing her,
A truthful smile, a stubborn heart, the quiet nights is sealed away, hiding every emotion even if its unclear and muddy, dont be apperhensive see through the masks see through the puppet games, you dont have to belittle yourself to defend yourself, the flames will let everything be reborn advance one step at a time on the path of your dreams.
Knowing theres more to it then the eye can see. Knowing this will never go away, just like the one who drilled it into her mind, he will never leave till the day she finds him.
**Phoenix**
A mythical emblem of survival, the phoenix represents the circle of life. It also has intimate ties to the christian idea of "rising from the ashes".
Symbol of life, death, tenacity, persistence, survival, evolution, rebirth, and hope.
....Minyoung....
Idc about spelling
