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The fire warms, but sometimes it burns. The one within us, the one we cannot extinguish.

I burn within my own blaze, the one I created, the one I have fed.

If only they could fall silent, those tangled thoughts… I wish everything could turn back to dust, to dissolve, to disintegrate.

I am the fire, I am the flame. I create my own smoke or my own light. I pollute myself, I damage myself with my thoughts, or I purify and illuminate myself.

“The Blaze” 18’’ x 24’’ Acrylic, texture, ink, India ink

Caro 🙏🌟