Of this rainy season

Golden

 

May this weather force coolness into the burning ribcages. How we sit at the feet of predatory feelings and watch fear eat at us, because us romantic machines, are too civilized to feel freely and too busy to see the right time to act wildly. The calm passing of time is not a blessing. I rather go to war and get killed in action, than spending a lifetime without you and say at the end of my passive and perfectly driven life that “Yes, I had a good, armonious and utterly irrelevant life”. So I ask you, be relevant, be dangerous at heart and take me into that burning ribcage.

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