19 September 2012
Light a match, Under my soul, Beneath my heart, Surrender its hold, I am flying free, Free from old chains, Waltzing in sunshine, Crying in monsoon rain, I am a wash of emotion, Unlocked by loss, I am kindling, A dried piece of moss, Boring, brown, Yet waiting to burn, Just light the match, You will soon learn, My black, coal heart, Once encased in ice, Is bubbling over, And damn, it feels nice.
[long forgotten #household #procrastination victim]
Kindling • Opuss № I