The prima material that holds the cosmos together like glue melts by the heat of the fire we ignited.

...because once you know what a life is truly worth, you can't un-know it - and fuck anyone that tries to reduce its value to anything less than that.

The stone by the window broke open last night, releasing the warmth it held; freeing its light.

I wasn't thinking in that glorious moment when I went and got myself caught in your web, tangled up in you.

Breaking through walls in blatant defiance of reality's limits while you wield a sledge hammer and a predatory stare. And I’m in pieces, spread out on the table.

I stayed because there's a candle on the table that carries twelve different flames, and both of us refuse to let it be extinguished.

I notice: Bright yellow flowers on a sunny day in a wide open field.

What I confess isn't a sin or something steeped in guilt, shame, or self doubt that was never mine to possess. It's truth.

Letting the truth speak for itself.

Imagine for a moment that you knew - exactly - how long you had left to exist. To be able to calculate it to the cent.

In that moment of recognition, we saw each other exactly as we are, without masks or the politeness and softness that finds its way into our conversation.

I refuse to live in a world without truth. I refuse to stay wrapped in chains of comfort and lies and the same fucking violence I've experienced my entire life.

When the fire is truth, and the logs are the weight you've been carrying for a lifetime without realizing it... burning isn't destruction. It's freedom.