Embers flicker from the dying flame and leaves twirl desperately against the wind as they crash to the ground but this is life, things pass but it's touch is left scorched into your skin and no matter how much you scrub they will not leave but you will always have someone willing to bandage those wounds and help them heal, it's important that people stick together and go against hate rather than feeding it and that we stick together and don't let kindness be something forgotten.