
Every
woman in my life is supposed to be like Othello Station – a last
stop. Unless they know how to keep their distance. I’ve managed to
maintain a routine, one that works for me and one I have no intention
of ever changing. But this dove came along. Soft and delicate,
tainting my thoughts. I can think of twenty different ways to get rid
of her. I need this dove to take flight.
But
she won’t fly away.
She
won’t release me from her cage.
Her
wings ensnare me.
And
now I want to get off this train. I wish I never boarded this ride.
Because I’m about to crash and take this dove with me. But
sometimes you can’t stop the crash. Sometimes you just have to hang
on and let the flames ignite. Let the fire burn.
Sometimes,
the fire is what saves you.

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