Wasteland, baby - matt ferrero

Who can I save? What should I do? Where do I go? Why am I here? How do I know? 

You knew these things.

Somehow.

This world taught me pain. 

I wield my sword: 

Vengeance.

Destruction is my purpose.

But this world is no longer familiar;

ripped apart and put back together.

Once a painting now splashed with white,

and green sprayed on the canvas that was the sky. Glass shattered, turned to sand, back to Glass.

Long Night.

In this darkness,

how does a child find their way?

Can gardens flourish?

Do trees grow?

Will predators consume without respite?

People like us are being born. 

And like me they are failing.

You were always so bright.

Young and full of wisdom.

A guiding light mummified under the ash of your people.

I refuse.

You are still alive. 

I’ll make it so.

You taught me hope.

People like us will make mistakes. 

But greatness can be achieved.

Whatever it looks like.

I will be the light. 

For you,

my brother.