The day you were born it's as if a match was struck, one that would light a fire that ignites your being but also one that burns through your days. Sometimes the fires at our center smother to a lowly smolder yet, regardless of whether they burn vehemently or not, in the dawning light of each new day we will only ever find smoke and dust, cinders and ash, in place of where yesterday once stood.
Amber & Orange at the edge...
Amber & Orange at the edge...
Amber & Orange at the edge...
The day you were born it's as if a match was struck, one that would light a fire that ignites your being but also one that burns through your days. Sometimes the fires at our center smother to a lowly smolder yet, regardless of whether they burn vehemently or not, in the dawning light of each new day we will only ever find smoke and dust, cinders and ash, in place of where yesterday once stood.