I don’t know what kind of fire erupts when you put two reckless things like us together. Maybe it will be violent, maybe it will be devastating, or maybe we will love every moment of it.. Don’t you want to find out?
I’m sorry I was raised to be fire. But the thing about a fire is you cannot put it out unless you kill it. You can knock the breath out of me, but I will be burning until my very. last. one. This is me. I will always be illuminating. And i shall fall in […]
We are all made up of stories.
The most beautiful and tragic
happenings are etched into my skeleton.
Tales of love and despondency are in the
creases of my body. Moments of weakness
and heartbreak are mirrored in my eyes.
Wars will always be lost inside me.
I may not be a victor everyday, but nothing
could ever douse the fire in my soul.