I found the forest that housed my family tree,wandering the soft ground with a weary sigh,dropping matches and lit cigarettes until flames licked the harsh, hard wood of my past and I watched it burn, with a blank expression.

I asked fate not to play with her food,but she smirked,smacking me around the plate with a playful grin,growing into a grimace.She enjoyed the terror,toying with her pretty plaything,but I endured,aware that she was always fair,and that something better would come.

Life longingly clings to the trees a little longer,like a jilted lover who still believes,but as the sun sets,lazily slipping down the sapphire sky,there can only be one ending.