Broken Memories

Unheard whispers in my head, as I sit up in my bed. There's a chill inthe room where I lie. It feels like I should die. These voices tell me things, memories and dreams, from my past. These are many vast and casted away parts from the many hearts and lives that were lost. It came like a sudden Frost... An explosion that destroyed everything, like a hemeroid. Everything was insinurated. What inspired TSA to change thier ways, blew away in flames. The voices I hear, the main memory I hold dear, is the one of my parents... Forever lost in the currents of those terrorist movements.