Reliable. Will drop everything in a heartbeat. Loyal. Accommodating. Interested. Encouraging. Supportive.
The embers of a failing fire
Flicker and crackle.
The flames spark and fade,
as quickly as one another.
No grand finale.
No going out with a bang.
The warmth fighting to overcome the cold air, which has been resisted for the entire evening.
The onlookers slowly disperse and the gentle flames lick the remains that lie amongst the ashes.
All that are left are the last burnt logs and soft white powder, in the place where a wild fire lay before.
Faint traces where stray sparks and cast off kindling escaped the central heat; reminders of the all encompassing display.
write it, think about doing things on it, sleep
I am less Carrie Bradshaw, more Bridget Jones
to me.. you’re strange and you’re beautiful..
It might not be easy but there’s only one way the hard things are going to get easier…
You’ve carried on so long
You couldn’t stop if you tried it
You’ve built your wall so high
That no one could climb it
But I’m gonna try