YagamiNoir

A sky, eternally shattered. With that, my flame dissipates.

2 days or another week? A final decision of fate.

And tomorrow, things will decide itself. Inevitable as the flames of existence will dissipate, it will tend to either a final day or another fortnight.

Life is but a candle flame; should it have it's fuel or reason, it burns, but should it lack such, it extinguishes. Mine is of a short lifespan, but my purpose and fuel belies in withstanding the chills over a week, before another fortnight I shall glow, before at last finally disappearing.

For thereby which what you contrite can strengthen yourself into cherishing what is precious to you -- thereby your qualms and mistakes shape you to be the better person your future can bestow.

You're doing it again.

Happy birthday, for...I guess the umpteenth time at this point?