it wasnt exactly much
i had this burden in me
something flaring up in my abdomen, charring the deepest of my organs
this wasnt real flame, it was a sense of guilt
a terrible crackle as the body would begin to crumble, the heart beating at a rapid pace
the heart's struggle to repair the damage it was enduring, the pain it was feeling
the faster it went, the more pain it felt
yet however, the heart knew it was helping somehow
the heart continues to beat, so put out this flame, and in a last ditch, opens for a song
the burden and the flame did not disappear, for the embers glow a soggy purple
however the heart had calmed, for the melody was in its place
the heart can beat again
was this poetry or just a really weird way of venting
i had a weird feeling of urgency and guilt, where i NEEDED to do something tonight or id miss the opportunity forever. i decided to try a shot at making the phase 3 of the smashtale menu but i dont think it turned out too well. the fire still burns a little, but its calmer now
goodnight luke, you're amazing and i look forward to talking with you in the morning <3