Pink tears

You are bleeding out, you have been struck by a thousand storms. Yet you stand there, you somehow survived it all. You thought death was your fate, but it wouldn’t be today nor tomorrow.

Now go forth and burn all the bridges you’ve made. It is not worth it to keep them. You are better than them in every conceivable aspect! Yet they DARE to wrong you like if it was nothing. The absolute insanity, the hubris! It makes no sense…

You did everything you could, you did it all… And what was your prize? Tears. Give up, burn down the bridges. Go and build new bridges, new paths. Those you made in the past lead nowhere, now make something great. Build paths to places they never thought you could go.

They will no longer bring you down.