Burn

I burned today. I could feel life moving through my nostrils and it I coughed at likfe flowing in and out of me. I wanted it, life, it was a tangible things. 

I realized that I knew so little about it. I woke today as I did yesterday but today was different. There was life and poetry within me. It boiled through my eyes, radiated my fingers and the words appeared on the page. 

In reality, I needed you to witness me. I need to move forward but I need that reference point -- that validation from you that says the world is what it always has been and this is just a point in time and we are moving forward. 

Long live life and long live the poets.