Burned Insides

Oh how lucky we are to still be breathing knowing there is a fire burning our insides. The smallest parts of our bodies craved to be touched with the sweetest words, Physicality never meant anything. Wanting to feel connected to someone, not in the way that puzzle pieces connect but, like the ying-yang. Words were the ying to my yang because no matter where I went I always had something to say. Where words went I followed because without words I'm nothing. I wished my words were heavy and deep but sadly they only sit on the top of an ocean like a leaf. Being only connected to words is like regaining the part of you that died once you realized the worse thing was over...