Designed for heat

"Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the lord, my soul to keep. If I die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul will take. Amen." -Child's prayer.

Curiosity drives me into the tile. Pressure entices me to feel. It's the part where I am to inhale, but I won't.

I am no longer running toward you.

For you, now must make haste. There is no imagination here. Only sensibility. And it wasn't I that lost, it is you. And as the sun makes way to arise with you -  as will your shame.

I am resilient. Designed for longevity and heat. Before me I pay respect to memory, lesson, infidelity, and stillness.