Chilimansi
Stop Hiding
Like FireI know not her name, that silent arsonist. This flame; without her, not a flicker would exist. Leaving me to burn everything I come across. She falls into a run; sans pit stop, sans pause. The arsonist has long gone, no longer in sight. I wait for water that this fire will fight. However ironic that sparks shall douse This fire, this flame to rebuild this house. At long last, I cease to anticipate His arrival, an eventful twist of fate. Yes, he came but he did not stay. I know my fate at the end of this day, But I thought it was best. That this is a test, just a tesLike Fire
