kellymichelle
Smiling faces, smiling back at you. The room and you. Cluttered, clumped, in no particular order. But they landed so perfectly, did they not?
For one moment, you are God. The flames light you, the world aspires you. Just a few moments longer, but eventually it is clear. You have to pass it.
In the night, he comes. Nothing else to do, nowhere else to be. But here – or there, rather. People judge him. He judges himself. But it isn’t about that. It’s about him. And what he wants, what he can’t have, but what he will take regardless. Maybe in the next life, he’ll be dealt better cards. But for now, he’s here – or there, rather.