Here inside is burning

Fresh air outdoors. Not noticed.

Here inside, is burning.

I don’t mean hot, I have moved into an endless hell. 

I think. Do not think.

Easy to say.

Hmmm, calm down. Do not mark as a fail, it is just another one. 

Hmm, I can not stop drawing lines in the sand with their names…

There are others, forget …I am doing my best, I should leave, go far away…there this hot wind cannot reach my hair…not even my soul.

Please, do not talk to me, 

do not look at me, 

do not email me, do not even stay in the same place…

because life is becoming harder and harder.

I need the winter and the cold embracing my heart to let my dried furrows grow a new,

healthy, sensible feelings…for someone else.

I need to find myself into the ashes.

Into the aches.