My body does not sweat beneath the sun’s scorching lashes
gravity has no time to play a role
My ears tap my shoulder and tell me they hear crackling sounds but once I find the strength to look up, I only see the clouds above catching fire.
Somehow my mind remains in tact and the hollowed words of wax once stuck on the furthest tip of my tongue begin to melt and drip on the white naked body of my notebook.
The sun and my mind are stubborn, they refuse to be obstructed.
But from this collision of heat and patience emerges a small truth, I am going to miss living among the people in this distractionless world.
I am nobody special.
Merely another volunteer with stray thoughts and words that make a notebook grow thicker. But I never forget that out here,
the candle burns quicker.