It's that time again.
Hot, dry winds dropping down to ignite the city and fuck with my head.
Everything's dusty and acrid. It feels like my conflict, anxiety and worry feeding on my undernourished confidence and leaving it dry. My hopes and dreams and expectations burning up before they've had a chance to be.
Could the heat of the flames be my conflict, anxiety and worry, the shit I've carried around, igniting from the pressure of positive change and finally burning away?
Hey man... if I'm gonna be dramatic and self-indulgent, it's gonna be in my favor from now on!
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1 comment:
Hey, remember that fires are rebirths. Florae in fire areas (existing before civilization) has a mechanism to grow from the flames and the heat, like the pines. Like the phoenix. Fires are meant to be, we just need to extinguish them because of the manufactured shit we need to maintain. You need the fire, man.
Oh, and yes--that was quite self-indulgent
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