Lately i’ve been facing a problem
which is most common for all of us
as if every hormone is like the sand tumbling through an hourglass, i am desperately chasing love
mind you i have boundaries but they are a fortress for my expectations
and this wall is sturdy and i deem it to be perfect in respect to my personal taste
my walls are wooden with a fine cherry finish, tall, sleek and daunting
i could even imagine the gate lowering over a trench like a jaw bridge
however a wall built from wood is not practical
if you were a raider or pillager i assume you would light my walls on fire
that’s one way to get them down.
My walls might be flawed but you could expect love to be as well because funny enough you would go through the flames of hell to reach that heaven who is she
and so something flammable is always prevalent within us and when we are desperate for feeling, fighting through fires musters our thirst
we become dry
we forget ourselves
we are highly flammable
it is unsafe to play with fire