On the move like a wildfire. 

I have no poker face. 

She has a thing for poker players 

Hands of time move faster than what was anticipated

Otherworldly ideas seen in action, a celebration of the existence 

Using poetry to fill in my blanks

Trying to savor euphoria, trying to explore the moments

The world would stand still for me sometimes, the

Almost shocking the tangibility of it

It’s as electric as falling in love

As pure as light 

How gorgeous is it to be alive, sometimes.

How to the world knows how to convince us to stay 

How the world knows how to make us morn.

Pendulum swinging within seconds, from glorious to gut wrenching.

Confusion is fuel 

Comparison is futile

Depth is necessary but painful, carved by ice

Dunes reshaped and shifted by the winds

I am no moth to flame– No phoenix

For who I am has been there all along, 

I cannot turn to ash, for I am the Fire itself.