We are all flames, burning at our own intensities
Some of us are torches that guide the ones who lost their spark,
Some are lost and still trying to find their way in the dark, on their own
While some are burning red with rage, setting everyone and everything around them ablaze
Some are trying to be noticed,
Some are trying to dull their flames
Some are searching for another flame to connect with,
While some are just burning to not feel numb from the ice inside their heart,
Some are struggling to not flicker away on a windy day
We are all the same,
Just different hues of reds and blues trying to fit in a world thats black and white
All of us, burning bright in a world thats to scared to see the light
All of us, fighting to find their place in a world where all it does is rain and rain,
But don't ever let anyone put out that fire away
YOU ARE READING
Raconteur
PuisiThere are numerous ways to let another person in to your mind. A neurosurgeon could- via surgery, or a person could read through another's writing. I prefer the latter. This book consists of bits and pieces of what goes around in my mind. Hopefully...
