Thursday, January 19, 2012

Lit

LIT
I would have turned up the flame if I knew it was going to burn so slow...
There are no next times, no. Only past times screwing new ones,
but I can let them go-
you know, when the wind takes lit ashes
they look like fireflies in the dark
and I have learned to gladly dance in them.



Photo credit: http://weheartit.com/dannyhorst

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