“Fire was the destiny of the words that were born in hell”
How many times do you burn, eliminate, what you want to avoid because they are in the depths of your hell?
Why do we try to carbonize what scares us if the ashes will remain stuck everywhere?
How many times are you going to flee without solving it waiting for the flames to consume it?
Why are we not transparent and are we terrified that other people know our hell?
How do you plan to change ignoring it?
How do you intend to cool the hells of those you love by rejecting them?
The burned parts of a person are just as human as the hydrated and radiant ones.