I knew that I was dying.
Something in me said,
Go ahead, die, sleep, become as them, accept.
Then something else in me said, no,
save the tiniest bit.
It needn't be much, just a spark.
A spark can set a whole forest on fire.
Just a spark.
Save it.
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒎𝒔
𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝙱𝚞𝚔𝚘𝚠𝚜𝚔𝚒
