Sometimes what's left behind can grow back better than the generation before...if given the chance....

*holds up a pile of shattered glass, sobbing softly* my drive, my ambition, my feelings, I feel through art... when I need to feel inspired, I look at my heroes... I sob and tell myself I can be as strong as them... I can save everyone... everyone lives, everyone is happy... but the truth is, the only hero I can be is my own. I'll have to search within myself to find the dimly glowing candle, but when I find that light once more I will encompass it, and protect it, and nurture it... until I can forge this pile of trash anew and find a worthy temple for my new heart..

because when I am whole again I swear to you all I will shine with the light of the stars, and I will never allow that temple to be defiled...I will rise from these ashes and in the blazing light will be a beautiful woman...and she is who I will be forever in my soul...