It’s that heat in your stomach. It’s that break in your heart that pushes, demands for tears for it to heal. It’s that confusion in your mind, the confusions that bounce off the wall of your skull like a pinball going rampant. It’s that desire to find a light, that peace, the breeze that will soothe a burning soul. It’s a slow burn all right . . . slow but, I’m so afraid, could eventually lead to one’s demise.
It’s not the demise of the body I worry so. It’s the demise of a jubilant spirit that used to prance around me with such glee; that used to blanket my existence, telling me that it is all all right. Bathe me with light and I shall live again.