There is a fire inside me and it’s scorching the padlock of my heart and words are the only thing i’ve ever been good at.

I keep burning myself down and rebuilding.

And when the flames start to lick at my heels, i turn and stare right back at them. Daring them to tell me a truth.

Just one single truth.

I search for you in all the places you never were and like a puppet, confess that it was my fault all along until i’m paralyzed

watching you move through the heat.

I blink for just a second too long

and i know you’re gone.

Of all the words in my useless vocabulary, i’m choking on phantom smoke, and the only thing i can breathe out:

i”m not a damn phoenix.’

Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it.
—  Steve Jobs