I heard you decide to play with a stranger,
the flame of trust, love uncertainty.

I heard you found your sunshine,
and it's your excuse to cut off everyone.

but as you dance around the flames,
you slowly feel the heat. and you get the glimpse of how devouring your sunshine can be.

but it's cold outside, 'the flame keeps me warm' is your excuse to stay.
you hover around the flame, this time no more dancing.

as it holds your 'mumu button', it's harder to see your next move.
but one thing is certain, it will take a snail's pace to see clearly.

#Timsquite

© Timmy