A boiling sensation that boils within the molten core of my body.
Steam that rises from my head as light and misty as the fog of the jungle.
Tears that flow like the waterfalls that rage over the edge.
Blood as cold as a winter’s blizzard howling over the mountain tops.
My heart beating along to the drums of my sheer emotions, like a volcano about to erupt.
A soul that slumbers in the darkest of depths to be alone.
And a light that shines bright to give hope that there is always a way.
