still burning through my mind,
lighting up the cracks within me.
It's a labyrinth here,
you're still finding your way and
you forget that even I still get lost sometimes.
Me,
with an early-morning mind at midnight.
Hot molten lava dripping through the crevices,
a flood of warmth blocking out the light.
I'm growing,
because of this.
You,
too far gone to notice.
And so, these words collapse into each other,
struggling to stand.