We needed the coals. They burned the hottest and longest. They defied logic at the time for me. So we just enjoyed the warmth. It's heat was amazing. Such a simple story.
We discussed what men thousands of years did.
Love, power, mistakes, and successes.
They had my back. Last time we hung out like this I was spun into a crazed state. I was deeply afraid. But my new motto, "Fuck it."
It was only a small sip. One drink of that brilliance. I was told EVERYTHING in balance, hasn't failed me yet.
One is becoming my number. It's an illusory number if you think about out. There is rarely just one. And just one alone dies. Like a single coal in the fire.
