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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 🙏🌟