Stitches

Love? Love is easy-it's like a walk in the park.

Except the park is on fire

And the ground is on fire. And the grass is on fire. And freakin' everything else is on fire. And the sky is black with smoke and you're weak-kneed and you can't breathe.

But you keep going anyway, you keep riding that bike. Because outside that park, it's cold. And you think the fire keeps you warm.