Giano: Viewing the world

Attempting to free myself of this brimming emotion, I crease the callous thats starting to grow on edges.

I gaze upon a kindled box.  Its flame is only starting.

I can see its spark slowly consume it.

The paper edges are torn apart. it looked strong before.
but it would be ash soon.

I feel it closer now.

like a dagger, the blade splits apart sorrow and belonging.
who can save me now, I rest on who can.