Singe

By: Christian Gerole Tabamo

I am a moth slowly entering the state of progression; evolving, experiencing liberty with my wings, venturing into the fire wherein the things I wanted exists. It burns— as it slowly consumes me. Will it be worthy allowing myself to be pulled onto the energy I always craved? Does these things that would kill me, eventually make myself feel alive? Will it set my heart ablaze, or my life on flames?