There is a point

Between love and lust

Where I got lost

Breathing the sweet musky air

Flickering flames

In the distance

Prickling warmth at my feet

And I realize

I am insignificant

I am in a crowd

And yet, I am alone

A mere spark upon the plane of existance

What I feel

Has been felt so many times before me

I am but an echo

An echo of things that have happened

That will happen

And suddenly I don't care

Anymore

I don't care

And I breath

The sweet musky air

Somewhere between love and lust.

Before&After