Countdown to Capacities: Day 8


Day 8 – 1104

I kindle the weak embers
That used to be fiery and warm
I breathe air to keep you glowing
For my heart depends on your fire
Like a moth attracted to the light
Even if my end is certain
I will never leave
For my eyes will find wanting,
Searching for your flare
And like a lost sailor,
I can only find my way home
Through the beckoning glow
From the lighthouse by the sea


I noticed this looks vividly similar to Salinger’s Catcher In The Rye, which is one of my favorite and most loved books. Two birds in one stone, I guess.


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