Such a viral catalyst.
It can paint the most bleak picture in the colors of the sun.
The most golden energy pumped through my being.
Heat spread all the way to the ends of my toes.

Sometimes it burns too hot,
To compensate for those that drown.
The pain is relentless if not attended to.
A pain I hate but would never abandon.

A hollow heart is far worse.
A feeling I have only felt in dreams.
An aesthetic with no antidote.
Numb to all other cares of life.

Just like there is no beauty without the hideousness of the ugly,
There is no fulfillment without pain.
I will face that pain of a delicate flower of a heart,
And if I burn up in the process, all the better.