Delulu is not Solulu

Some stories, some poems, a glimpse into your heart, into theirs, into mine , into mankind. Elusive, changing , primitive, wild, tied down by society, barely alive.
Do you want to change your life?
A match can ignite a wildfire, a whistleblower change; perhaps a careless piece of writing will keep you up for nights in vain , till change, pain, growth or debilitating wounds come , but perhaps even destruction is better than a person in oblivion, heart beating , machines beeping, life support like the graveyard of hopes and spirit, tying down the soul for the last hope, might not it be to have a fervent passion, and burn out or grow into a magnificient flame.