My head is full but my mind is empty
I've touched fire, in search of warmth
Now all I've got are these blackened ashes for comfort.
Spiralling down to my core, I find solace in silence, steadying me.
I am lightheaded as I catch my breath.
A peaceful pause.
The light is my air, the sun in my hair.
And I breathe deeply.
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