Do you ever just melt ?

you stop thinking

the solid in you becomes liquid

because of the fire burning in both your eyes

One minute you’re sober and you got things under control

“nothing will happen tonight” you lie to yourself

then before you know it you’re staring at the ceiling

out of breath and weak


the rotation of the fan keeps you together

because you can’t even keep yourself together


I’m the sensibility in “Sense and Sensibility”

Logic doesn’t do it for me

At times I feel that the glow of my heart blinds my mind so I end up not thinking straight.