In true Phoenix style, I can’t end on a dark note. I just can’t. I have to throw something positive in here before I close this out.
I suppose that’s the beauty of art. We can enjoy it but only the artist knows how much they have put into it.
Mend the wounds Heal the fences Breath some life Into cold ashes
Chase the night away, I'm waiting for the break of day, Haste the dawn!
There were times where nearly every fibre in my body wanted to stab the paper with an angry period and slam the cover closed.