silent extremes

“It’s not about me”.

Remember that all over again, gabriela, and it will do you good.

Volcano eruptions didn’t burn me.

I thought they would.

In the onslaught of inner lava, I discovered a white petaled flower, growing effortlessly in the fire.

I am baffled by my own extremes.

I sit still.


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