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Brick Homes

growing fear as fires rage across the mid west.
growing panic as nothing that the airplanes and trucks do can stop it. 
growing chaos as the winds come from all angles, from all directions. and carry the fires across every imaginary border.
there is no explanation. and there doesn’t need to be one.
the smoke and ash will fill every lung and poison every well.
some wander through streets and mourn and cry.
some give up on hope and find the quickest rode out.
i left a few days ago. i started walking with a canteen of mucky water. i’ve had dried blood under my nose for a week.
i stand alone in a charred field i stumbled upon.
twigs and branches and stumps. remains of cherished life and homes.
as all life dies around me i will feel a quite peace that i have never known and will never know again.

I’m just going to leave this right here.

(Source: brickhomes, via steppingoncracks)