The fire inside me has certainly died and left me hollow. My desires have too died along. I need a new direction, a new path to self realization, a new way of talking to myself. Only a spark is enough to kindle a fire and now I wonder a way to regenerate a spark, in me, in my mind full of dull and deary thoughts. Just a spark, through words acting like flints, tiniest of sparks.
through my lens 