Updated: Mar 12, 2022
I can’t stop.
I’m becoming obsessed.
I do that,
focus in
on one thing.
I get lost in it.
I let it take control.
I get out of my own way,
and submit to a craft-
a skill-
a passion.
It’s a fire,
that when it burns,
it burns bright.
I am possessed by it,
and being possessed,
isn’t a good thing.
It feels like a gift,
but also,
a curse.
But tonight,
tonight I choose
to let the fire
rage.
-C.H.
A few years ago, there was rattling noise coming from one of the wheels on my car. I took it into the shop, and a man handed me a bunch of bolts and nuts, and things that I had no idea what they were.
They danced together. They kissed each other. They smelled the other one. They held onto each other tightly. They fell in love. Then, they got married. They went on a honeymoon. They made a child. The
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