“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?