It takes trial and error
to master the art
of keeping my flame
burning

and once you do
you'll learn
to fall in love
with fire

even if it
burns

I hold it in my palm
So fragile
So weak

I watch it, and think,
To crush it?
Or care for it?

A little glass ball
So transparent
Yet opaque

It's so easy to forget
Its true size
Its true power

So I stare at this little thing
And think
So numb

Would I feel anything?
To crush this
Small thing?

How would the shards fly?
Who would they cut?
Who would they miss?

Would this little glass thing,
So mysterious
So fragile
So powerful
So sharp
So overwhelming

Would it ever be missed?

Tell me,
God are you here?
Are you watching over me?
Have your angels been protecting me?

Or tell me,
Is the Devil here?
Has he been keeping an eye on my every move?
Will his demons hurt me?

If it is the latter,
Then God please help me,
Save me from the suffering he will cause me,
Send your angels to keep me safe,
For if this is true,
Then I am doomed.

Do not
Look
For
Water
Look
For
Thirst

My
Imagination
Is
A
Monastery
And
I
Am
Its
Monk

Do
You
Know
What
The music
Is saying
Come
Follow
Me
And
You
Will
Find
The way

Cover
Your
Defects
With
Art