“A single rose, fallen. What was once ignited now sits with the silent smoke that has given birth to a newborn story. Emotions remain raw and somehow lies the same temptation that destroyed me in the first place. The dripping blood from within taps eerily while the emptiness echoes; who knows what the palms of another are capable of? A single rose, intact; the irony of it all. I breathe in the smog to feel what exactly? What was once ignited is now gone. It feels empty all alone with the everlasting void inside. Will I ever get back what was God-given to me, or will I plunge into desperation once more by the dangerous concept of which was also God-given? Each and every time I find myself bruised, yet feel no difference in the way that I love. It’s crazy to think how heartless someone can be, yet I am the one who gives my heart to people time and time again. Shouldn’t I be the heartless one? After all I’ve been through, I still remain with one… I just hope it’s still beating… wherever it may be.”