Stepping through life I feel that I am consistently unraveling an illusion. In this episode, the sweet emotion of *yearning* surprises me. I realize I crave its bitter taste as I fill more self-inflicted-pain into my lungs. I want more. More, more, until I’m spent like a candle wick fighting your silencing breath. Let me spark until I despair and think, finally with some common sense, should I have travelled this path as a stoic instead? … For what? To have diluted the warmth of experience in fear of suffering its extremes? A valve in my heart murmurs and is a constant reminder that everything will stop one day in a numb cold death. Until then, I consider that it is worth it to trust everyone and to burn. But I do not know for sure, you hide somewhere in this smoke, God, and lay your breadcrumbs with a selfish muse. Give me a break. ![[IMG_0254.mov]]