burned bridge crosses the oasis

I danced on the green grass at the other side. When the smoke subsided and I saw you standing across, there must have been a thousand things I wish were different. But I had already been welcomed by the warm arms that promised to never bring me that anguishing fire again. I won’t be consumed again by my own hollowing rage...

I felt the smallest grain of darkness land in my belly and betray The Happiness. It becomes a seed that grows weeds on my green grass. When I lay under the warmth, they grow pricks to wake me of this all too good nirvana.