Through the spitting flames that line my soul, I see a fragment of myself that harbors murderous intent. A hostile takeover to strip me of my weakness. Like an illness to the passion of life. This fragment wants to be in control. I want it to take over and propel me forward with ambition. But it hasn't. Does that mean there is another image in the flames? The one in control, if not me.
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 2:02 PM UTC
Through the spitting flames that line my soul, I see a fragment of myself that harbors murderous intent. A hostile takeover to strip me of my weakness. Like an illness to the passion of life. This fragment wants to be in control. I want it to take over and propel me forward with ambition. But it hasn't. Does that mean there is another image in the flames? The one in control, if not me.
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