While
they fan the flames
I
am forced
to turn
the
pages
I
swam in the river
of
my dreams
watercolours
watermarked
waterproof
stick people paraded
towards
the
approaching
flames
nothing catchers fire
the
inner child
showed
me
to
catch a fire
are
a
yearning like daisy chains
while flames approach
pastels shouldn't die
with
ADULT remains
.

Running away
are
running toward
recalibrate
Feed your thoughts
.

Love is not an illusion
it's
A
protrusion
of
what looked fine
just
got better

What makes a person go on
when he doesn't want to
is the answer to
where his heart lies.