Circles, cycles, the nature of the beast.
This time of clarity is so refreshing. I'm not one to mince words, so I won't. The sun is bright and blinding. I'm deeply grateful for the light and the scorch of the sun. The way the heat soaks into my black jeans and burns my legs is the way I want to live, in the sun, in beauty, in life, with love.
Every song I hear makes me think. If I am the flame, then watch out little moths, night is coming.