i wrote something in my notebook and i wanted to share it. a christine original.

i burn at both ends

write like your heart is on fire
and your only ink
is the ash
that falls around your feet.

write like this is your last chance
to say everything that’s been living
inside of you.

unroll the scrolls of your soul
and write.

because this paper was once
a tree 50 feet tall,
and it was the oxygen you inhaled
when you took your first
breath.

so write.

write with all the power vested in you.

and give to these trees,
the life
that they deserved.