I felt best when I actually hurt,
when I could feel.
I felt life more when I had less,
when I was hungry.
I traded in my embers for ash,
staring at screens instead of flames.
I swapped my passions for trinkets,
settling for flashes and pixels.
But it’s never over for me,
as long as I still breathe.
My comforts are kindling,
and a new way to see.