“Even after all this time the sun never says to the earth, ‘You owe me’. Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole world.” — Hafiz

How did this happen?
For most moments I was assaying shots on the tv, and in the next I played stuntman, so precariously.

And what would come from all of these scars?

You don’t have to touch the fire to know it’s hot — why does the flame draw me so close and render me
weak to whims proceeding to burn me, more intensely, every time?

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