Friday, August 5, 2016

Pyromania

 
 I tended to him and he became a modest campfire. There were nights when it was he and me, where he warmed my hands with his fiery breath and I was reminded about how something that consumes so much can still give back. 

But starting then, the closer I got, the more warmth began to feel like pain. 

5 comments:

  1. God, this hit me where it hurts. Such a provoking and beautiful piece.

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  2. I'm not crying, I just have something in my eye. This was such a beautiful piece, and it can have so much meaning by how you view it. Very well done.

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  3. I can really really relate to this. You're amazing.

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