Fire

How grateful one can be for ones sharing their languages, their choice of words, their feeling, their experiences and their belonging! — How they own their experience!

My best friend always told me walk through the fire — but she missed telling that before leaving the fire – no matter how burnt you are – carry some of that flame with you.

Instead, I learned how to grow new skin

Just to run through new fires

To grow new skin, thicker skin.

Stuck in that vicious cycle

And when what you own – your belongings are lost in the fire, you let go.

You choose fancy words to mask your weakness – minimalist.

Own nothing

Belong to the abstract

Be inert, react to nothing and you will live forever – never decompose.

Being the joker – to fit anywhere – is not an alluring concept anymore.

You start losing your distinct features and resemble everything — and nothing anymore.

How you got there?

Your face melted in the first fire.

You threw your masks in the last fire and watched them melt.

Forever, I looked for others’ belonging to live that sense!