Shari Lynne Smothers
consumed by fire daily From its start my day fills with inhaling moments events ingesting the grand small joyous sorrowful the all-but-overlooked; these are my fuels. Combustible elements roiling through my ignitable heart and mind, stirring my sensibilities. The mixture consumes me is me. Excited molecules expanding through ever increasing friction will out in whatever form it chooses. Poor life ‌ events ‌ people make to constrain me; not understanding I’m on a mission to continue myself.
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