What’s it to burn? Stoking embers like the ego you swore you never had. Cut me open and you’ll find pages of books you never had the time to read. Turn inward with the changing leaves. Another season ending. Close the chapter, you were too good for it anyways. Put what haunts you, behind you. And when it shows up again, come up from the ashes and let it see what they made of you. How they held the match without remorse. Let it swelter in the presence of all the burning pages. -AMT©️