Waves & Flames

On some days I am as steady as
an ocean tide, ebbing and flowing
on the gentle breathe of a breeze. 

On others I am but a kindled flame, 
awaiting my moment to spark back
into a true force to be reckoned with. 

I’m still trying to figure out which people 
are my breeze, and which are my gasoline. 

Rarely
I find one that is both. 
Those are always the hardest to hold onto.

BIATA

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