There is a fire in my belly/ And I do not know how to put it out/ How do you extinguish something that lives inside you/ How do you get to the water when you’re the one doing the burning/ I am the Burning Man/ I am what will warm you and I am whatContinue reading “Fires”
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Dreams of Falling
I dream of falling. I’m greedy for weightlessness, Even if it is just for a second. I dream of stepping off of places so high They tower over you. I want to look down and see How the sunsets see us- Tiny blobs of something That does not resemble us. To take a step andContinue reading “Dreams of Falling”
What We Become
so maybe there will be no coming of age. maybe there will be no moment, signifying glory; hell, maybe there will be no glory. maybe we’ll simply be two people who were here and then weren’t. the gods will not line up moments for us to scavenger hunt our purpose; maybe we will not haveContinue reading “What We Become”
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