WARMTH

A strange warm dizzy feeling envelops me as I see him build himself to go back..to go back and face the world. A strange fire spreads across my limbs and burns in my stomach, churning and giddying. Always wanting more from a world that doesn’t exist, always wanting to belong to a place that can never be reached. A fantasy that slips through those long sweaty fingers which dig deep into the cushions of an unbearable reality.

"Why do we fall Bruce? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up."

Fallen in a pit of deep sorrow, one that beckons you gently and traps you enticingly to stay and make you want to never leave the comfort of the warm solace that darkness brings, warmth that deceives you, warmth that only makes you shiver.

The warmth of conviction can never said but only felt. That frenzy between your eyes, the fire to sustain, the need to stay above, even with your feet kicking aimlessly below, can only be born out of strife and pain, one that is endured even without a face of hope.

It spreads through me, bowing its head low before rising high above and towering over all else. A bow mistaken for submission and defeat but one must lose in order to win. One must fall in order to fly.