Infinitely gentle

I shall have the audacity to write.

To weigh, to conquer, to ignite; to capture a fleeting art to its true divinity.

I shall have the audacity to rise.

To question, to break, to shatter, to doom; then to pour magic from my cracks as breathtakingly this soul is afire.

I shall have the audacity to burn.

To ignite, to fire, to rekindle, to blight; to captivate fiery flames that refuse to turn into mere tales of scars.

I shall have the audacity to be gentle.

To soften, to pour, to consider, to weep; to give unconditionally, infinitely.

I shall have the audacity to drown.

To submerge, to fall, to sink; to stay immersed in drowning without motion.

I shall have the audacity to crumble into ashes.

To darken, to madden, to lose fire; to scream to my death with a hungry soul’s wildness.

I shall have the audacity to shatter.

To wreck, to doom, to endure; to fall senseless within the universe of chaos.

I shall have the audacity to dream.

To believe, to think, to desire; to create relentlessly, recklessly.

And to simply, and most stubbornly; to change the world..

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