Where Do You Use Your Fire

oil on carved wood in upcycled frame

Listen. I cant hear you over the scream of my opinion. I’m burned out, my coals spread far apart. Our passions are little fire demons, dancing on the pyre. If we listen to each other, understand, we will burn brighter, together. even if our script is written by chat GPT

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