Thursday, May 29, 2014

The Fire In The Streets

Between the fire and you and your skin, there is no room for light.

And the rocks that survived the heat around me only weighed me down.

But I still put a rock inside my heart so I can remember what it felt like to swim up, from the bottom of a volcano.

7 comments:

MrsKur said...

Oh my gosh, wonderful. Timely. Beautiful.

Angshuman Mitra said...

Fire in the street.oh someone please call the fire brigade.sorry i was joking.to survive from a eruptic volcano is a great deal.well my name is 'noor' the light.

Angshuman Mitra said...

That name was given to me when i was recovered from my near death.i am sutapa.

JM said...

poignant. indeed it's beautiful..

Tharangni said...

the rocks guard my precious heart as it becomes the sentinel of my feelings for you.

Kalolexi said...

..that rock in my heart will kill everything alive and meaningful to me...that rock in my heart is my death sentence also...I have to let go everything reminds me of you to survive... as if you never existed...as if i never knew you...

Anonymous said...

I have read this entry a thousand times, but only right now, in this moment, do I feel like I know what it truly means.