Burn

Is it fireworks? Or is it just me who always spark a flame?

I feel the emotion is burning my body and soul this morning

Contrariwise I often feel scared to close my eyes at night

Thinking if I ever made a right choice lately



Most of my life is constructed by people surround me

I forsake all the bad memories and turn it into precious lesson learn

And cherish all the good memories I spent with the best people I have ever met



Yet this morning all the wretched memories are flying back and forth

Like a placenta rounded my body.

Diffuse negative aura…

Even to those who I just saw on the street.



So I write to alter the energy into positive impingement

I write to soothe my thought, to tame a potential fire.

This flame would never burn myself.


Olivia