{ not you, but me }

it takes everything we have

to face it

i've been insulating myself for some time because for that long while some years ago i walked a stretch of burning coal. i stayed on my feet, then i fell to my knees, then i crawled. every impact took more skin, but i was gaining a distance from the fire, so in the end --- what? in the end, i did what i had to do. as i gained that ground and the world cooled, i slowed down, pressed my scars into the earth, and closed my eyes. finally the rain came. the dirt beneath me rose and fell like the sea, like breath, like the grinding imperceptible passing of time. now i'm awake again but everything is different. no sharp needles, but the ghost of pain. no flames, but silvery flakes of ash. i'm not running from a recent detonation, but i'm chasing down the next risk and thrill. i'm lost, but bolting. 

so we run

into the sun