The whispers stopped;
as did my elevated heartbeat.
I had tricked myself;
to where it always felt ‘right.’
Conjuring up self-delusion as if the world cared,
as if the world was looking,
as if the world was watching me.
Waiting for me;
how was everyone so patient?
The only person who had to believe this was genuinely true was myself.
The only way to find Him is through genuineness — black and white?
Imposters roam the streets all the time;
decorated like a christmas tree.
I laugh at them,
because I was them.
written by: Corey M. Rose
Why Fire Burns 