30 April 2012
I stand there, totally normal. I smile, I talk. Then it struck me. The fire, the blue-gold fire.
It burned inside me like a caged leviathan, writhing and struggling to be free in the world. I stopped talking. I stopped smiling. No food. No rest.
It will emerge, one day. Every soul has a spark. But be wary, if you become a torch for the fire, you may get burnt.
Burnt • Opuss № I