Red and Blue pt. IV

Buried.

The angst that was brought upon by a single year that corroded what was built until foundations crumbled and we were buried. I was buried. And perhaps all of the constant fighting for, against, and for whatever finally took a huge toll on the lot of us, and from there we might have drowned in the angst of what we were trying to save, and what we were supposed to be....

We rebuild right? WE hope? We keep going. We just see what it looks like on the other side when the fighting .... is not there.

So now that was the storm. That was the real me. That was what who I am when in the eye of the raging storm. Do you still see me then, now, or what I can become?

Continuing.