your mind is like a fire. a burning one.
its warm. it could heat you up. give anyone who needs energy. warmth. a smile. an organge-warm-smile. Cookie smile kind of. Loud laughs full of birds, dancings in the sunset on the beach, having everything BUT.
Your mind, burning mind.
Then you start. After giving a short trip of comfort. Starts to get furious. Hardly funny. Not at all. Words don’t pass your mouth. That kills everything. Birds die in the flames, i swear. They don’t scream. All there happens is- they watch you with they’re sad, watery eyes while the flames are eating them. The flames of your mind.
And you won’t stop.
The birds never forget.
Just your mind does. Because it’s full of flames.
What are we doin here, huh?