The Dark Night Of The Fire
Out of context.
Paradox. An oxymoron of life.
Just an actor in the art of living.
In the theater of fate.
Photo;
https://www.deviantart.com/qahnareen/art/Infinity-905361174
Always sees the third exits.
I had many plans, many plans to finish the road;
true expert on third exits,
like tears, like water that always flows down.
Like a burning match.
The whole life.
The fire that burns us.
A personality that always leans in some way.
The fire goes lower and lower.
More and more brittleness and blackness.
I know the taste of heat and ash.
I am a Fire Dragon.
My purpose, a purposelessness.
The sensitive fire what thinks about the past.
Always burned memories behind the back.
A spark, somewhere between the wings.
The way to...?
The way may be the goal.
The way is the goal.