Fire Fliez

There’s a tired beauty in defeating, or training,  one’s inner dragons; no longer pursuing perfection in silent suffering of great loss, but gazing at the sky after darkness falls.  A tear floats silently across warm cheeks.  I’ve accepted the burn of daggers as they radiate through my bones  right?  Finally, I can raise hardened lips as a smile gently creeps into my soul.  Wash, rinse, laugh, cry, love, repeat... heh heh.  Shite