Everyday tears off more parts of me, like old skin.
Fire inside the heart forges strengths and burns away cowardice... if you allow the flames to run rampant.
Doused flames send smoke to the brain and clouds judgement because... passion is an iron, strike while hot.
"The trouble is, you think you have time."
You ever notice how lost you feel when you disregard your gifts, ignore your calling, or even miss when opportunity knocks? *selah*
I hope that one day, the remnants of who I no longer wish to be will fall from me like old skin on reptiles, leaving layers of transparency allowing everything I love to shine from the core of me.
-Old skin; K.E
Kimolee Eryn is an artist and writer who believes in creating for a purpose beyond the purpose of creating. She believes that a life should be lived not just to sustain itself but to cultivate peace, love and growth in all adjacent beings and hopes to exemplify that in all she does.