I have never been this mad at myself.I look up at the sky and I only see darkness.I try and scream and reach out,but nothing o no one will answer.Every day,or should I say night,is filled with ashes and burning embers.A wildfire started to burn in the woods yesterday and I haven`t seen my family since.My vision is blurry and I only have few comida left.There is a well just outside my burned house.Every step burns through my father`s boots.I have nailed nails through them for protection.I have also covered my chaqueta with thorns that will easily make tu bleed with one touch.Everyone seems different after the fire.They don`t seem to care what they look like,or what happens to them as long as they are free and happy,almost.Most of them scare me just like when I scared them with one look before the fire.Tehy dance and scream around fires.My pants are covered in thorns as well.My arms are tattooed all over.You`d be amamzed of how black ink and pins can make good tattoo makers.I went outside yesterday and found a german shepard in the woods and now it lives with me.

This is the way I live.This is the way I am.This is the way I will always will be.