Heart demon
How sad I am for the sun.
That fire that burns deep inside, at its heart, keeps you warm,
shining like no other. Stays alone to keep you far
But if you reach too high,
you finally realize it will also burn your heart.
Maybe summer is a good time to run.
There is no surprise at all
When it gets too hot,
you run, run far.
Vault the walls of logic, past recall.
Soon the dark sets in,
and time’s no friend at all.
Autumn comes.
The crimson fire leaf begins to fall,
just as a tree far from its roots
dries and falls.
You run and learn the price of running far:
losing the warmth you wanted,
losing it all.
A sea of reasons,
many excuses to call.
Each dawn you teach the mirror how to lie,
but the cold truth remains,
in the tears of the night.
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Maybe you’ll never be on your own,
But that doesn’t mean you’re not alone.
Some feelings shape you, some tear you apart.
So don’t confuse loneliness with love,
or the peace of letting go with just moving on
With too much pain, you cannot let go.
With a heart demon, there will be no moving on.
If we never untie the knot deep in the heart,
we can never learn the shape of who we love.
There is no shame in wanting it all,
or in learning how to fly.
You suffer when you don’t know what you want.
It’s as if you have eyes and still fail to see Mount Tai.
Now or later you will fall, not for lack of wings, but for never asking why.
You jump, seek a new branch and sing of how free you are,
Only lose it all for never stopping long enough to wonder
who you are.
Art: Return of the mad demon/ Novel
