bradleee

Moving on from something that worked is so hard to do. everything in me wants to fix things, but it isn't going down that way this time.

Must move forward. Must keep busy.

Might the smoke and flames of the crash be the requisite combustion to forge the stronger, tempered, version of myself that will rise above the carnage like the Phoenix?

This is what keeps me going these days...the fire inside.

***

look inside your chest.

the pitch of night surrounds you. find: wood, leaves, dried brush. clear the surrounding area. look ferverishly for a spark.

you are lucky, it crackles to life. even then, a passing wind can blow it out. smoldering embers, their fading glow will not last long.

more wood, more kindling...fanning coals fast. if they go out, you perish with them.

flames jump! but small, only you can see. laboring alone with meager hues of yellow and orange, you repeat.

wood. kindling.

burning. brighter.

hoping flames extend beyond the walls of your chest.

wishing others have use for what you built that burns inside.

knowing one day everyone will wonder where this inferno came from, seemingly from nowhere.

smiling, for you knew it was there all along.

burn so bright there's no choice but to see the light.

i will touch the sun...i will die trying.

***

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
I just felt like screaming.
have a nice day please.