when your hope shatters      in front of your eyes . . .      do you piece it back together      holding onto the past, dreams      long since gone      or do you move on and learn      to breathe new air, craft new      constellations, with newfound      a s p i r a t i o n.
     he watches it crumble      and everyday he chokes      on thick air, in hopes that      it will repair i t s e l f.
















