there’s an empty space there
yes, there
i so desperately want to
fill with fire and bad habits
paper white thin skin
stretched across
the expanse of expectant bones
�
sometimes the passion
flares so bright
that fire is the only thing
that out burns it
�
passion is also what stands
in between me and that place
but will it just be once?
will i find more blank spaces
screaming for fire
�
will i find myself filling
them again
with no regrets
�
gone are the days
when my youth excused
the spaces i filled
when my youth excused
that madness
�
always searching for a place to fill
side straddle on the razors edge
i wonder why i gave it all up
in the first place
�
because boy was that madness a method
that made me fly
and fly is what i want to do tonight
too close to the sun
�
instead i will hover
between sensitivity to heat
and the urge to dive headfirst into the fire
- Paul Bulai Unsplash
- This is my own work and has not been generated in whole or in part by AI
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