As I write these lines, many years down the line... where I closed the circle.
A lot of hollow moments.
We were intense, but only for a second. It was a fire that was never mine to light.
That fire, wanted to burn me, it didn't need me to stay warm and radiant, it was a blaze that wanted to devour me, and devour itself.
A lot of hollow moments.
We were intense, but only for a second. It was a fire that was never mine to light.
That fire, wanted to burn me, it didn't need me to stay warm and radiant, it was a blaze that wanted to devour me, and devour itself.