i have been asleep for 29 years.
i never thought i was.
never saw this pile of mud on my face.
and this charcoaled looking eyes.
this lips were cracking, almost falling apart.
numbed with this frozen heart.
i was breathing, and walking, but never alive.
until the fire stopped by.
It flamed my heart and awoken my eyes,
it seduced the moisture on my lips.
it brought meaning to the breath that used to be just air
and banged cymbals with every wink,
i can never get too close
it can never stay for long.
else i will be burnt.
but if this fire brought me back to life
though blistered, i will hold it and make it my own.
