about: Fire whispers my name

“I’ll send a note not many words, just enough to haunt the edges of luck. Wait. We’ll meet again somewhere soft, where light folds itself into quiet corners. Wait - inevitable, maybe smiling, in a city that hums like rails beneath the sun. I’ll try not to burn, not to stir the prayers that fold their eyes closed. Hands stretch, empty, rings forgotten in the dust. Fire whispers my name. I am your one-way ticket, to the place that ends alone, and starts again.”