My hearts alight.
Not literally.
At least I don’t think it is.
I can’t tell anymore.
I don’t feel pain.
Not really.
Or maybe, maybe I just won’t believe that I can feel pain.
Maybe I’m just kidding myself that I’m human, maybe I’m an ant.
A simple ant.
But maybe I am human.
Maybe I’m not kidding myself.
The flames flare, higher and higher.
Is this pain?
Maybe it is?
Maybe it isn’t?
I’m not sure.
Fire is hot.
It’s hot and prickly, and fills you with an odd sensation.
Not a nice one.
Maybe it is nice?
I can’t tell anymore.
I fall.
My legs won’t support me.
They crumble beneath me as if made of dirt.
The flames are too big.
I’m too little.
Or maybe it’s the other way round?
Too late.
The flames are dominent.
I’m gone.
Am I?
Maybe.
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Running.
Pumping back and forth.
My weary body groans with exhaustion.
I can’t feel anything anymore.
I’m all numb.
I don’t know where I’m going.
Or where I was.
I don’t know anything, except that I have to run.
I have to run.
Running.
Faded thoughts washed with newness
Engraved in ink alone it stands
Stumbling I reach to stop the falling of years
The questions unanswered that burn deeper than any brand
I try to help the moment stay longer, I beg it not to leave me alone
Alone and vulnerable to the pains of things etched into stone
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