Irrational
A heart full of fear and sorrow he glanced over his shoulder. He witnessed the demise of a city that once stood as a beacon of knowledge and light, a light that no longer exist. He lowered his head just sagging in his saddle like an old man, then he pulled the saddle towards himself, forcing the horse to drag his heavy heart away from the scenery, far away if possible so that he cannot see what causes his heart to tremble. "Take me away from here if you would," he thought to himself as he patented the long silky brown hair of his steed. "Through death comes life, and through life, people flourish" words of wisdom a man once told. Why do we bother ourselves with life if we can't even enjoy? The little things that once mattered to him are buried beneath the ashes of a city that is killed by the anger of God, and he was the only survivor of the wrath. "We will live together for a century and more. Your hand in mine and our lips meeting every once in