“If you
greatly desire something, have the guts to stake everything on
obtaining it.”
-Brendan
Francis
Sometimes
I feel like I will run out of words and thoughts. Sometimes I feel
like the fire will burn out well before it is time. Sometimes the
fire feels like its burning out early and that scares me. I am too
young for there to be nothing left to burn. Late at night, I
sometimes sit on the foot of the bed and contemplate the day that I
run out of creativity. That is the precise moment I will be
dead-figuratively of course. Of all the dreams I've had lately, it
is the dream of a lit fire hanging on to life (sort to speak) just
before it burns out that sticks with me. It's taken everything I've
had to keep the fire ablaze. But force will not produce something
when there's nothing. When there’s nothing left to say, and the fire
has finally gone out, then I will no longer be whom I always was.
I'm simply not ready for that.
