Nietzsche

Burn in one’s own flame

Rise from your own ashes

The Camel, The Lion, The Child.

The Apprentice, The Creative, The Sublime.

Reliving all mistakes, all feelings, all passions.

Resisting, fighting, sharpening, growing.

Kissing, breaking, dancing, hating.

Over and over again.

The nature is me. I am you.

We are cut from the same cloth.

Then, why do we not see it?

If we do, why do we un-see it?

The answer is to keep asking new questions.

The answer is to keep finding new passions.

There is still a part of you I have not kissed.

There is still a drug unfound that will be my fix.

There is still a life to be lived.

There is still a lot of me left to give.

For which I need my solitude

The world which is my room.

And through this journey I take in my mind.

I will be home soon.