I am timber.
Cold, untapped energy
Waiting to be thrown into the communal fire.
Longing to be with my brothers again.
Ablaze in community
Laughter
Story-telling.
Lament
A seamless dance that only happens between aged friends.
I am made for this fire.
The exchange of energy.
The creation of light.
The warmth of the human soul
The release of untapped potential.
Damn the slow chill of lonliness.
I want to burn out in a blaze of glory.