Just put one foot in front of the other. Walking away and moving forward are the same thing sometimes. Fire is a cleansing element. Not just the flames that lick your cancer sticks, spiral out of the sun, or reduce old lives/places/memories to ash. The fire in your heart. The heat of your dreams and desires. It is a frightening thing to embrace the burn and the pain with it, the loss. You can't live without a little death.
"you can't live without a little death."
I appreciate good writing here because it seems that in my sea of English majors and those passionate about writing, there's a serious LACK of ability in my world. So tragic. Do you write poetry or in any genre for that matter?
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