I breathe fire
My heart is cold
Why all the anger, when the want for warmth and love is so great?
Speaking is a challenge
No one understands my non verbal expressions
Those expressions mean more than any word I say out loud
But if that’s the truth then why write or speak?
I live my life in a bubble of fantastical desires and passion to explore the world and heal that, which is not at ease
I am not at ease
All provides insight into the bysmal existence of my soul
They say ACT. BE. DO.
How can one, paralyzed at the notion of one’s breath be capable of moving in any way?
If fire seeps out, there must be a warm furnace down below.
My heart can’t be too cold
My love not withstanding but expanding towards a bigger self
Will I ever be healed?