The Scald.

thefifthjohn:

I need a bucket of water,

To cool the smoking wood inside my head.

Tell myself I’m feeling better,

But the brain’s been acting up again.

A kick of dirt to smother the embers,

Tame the heat and snuff the flame.

Feel as though I am pretending,

The smoke and ash don’t bother me.

I wish there weren’t seasons for fire,

I’ll do what I can to control my concern.

See the brush is dry and the risk is higher,

But if you don’t know the scald you will never learn the burn.

unbears:

I pray to be like the ocean, with soft currents, maybe waves at times. More and more, I want the consistency rather than the highs and the lows.

unbears:

I pray to be like the ocean, with soft currents, maybe waves at times. More and more, I want the consistency rather than the highs and the lows.