And All Around Me Is Burning
I felt the flicker in my fingers when I was stroking the cat. It always starts like that.
And then the burning comes like you’ve put your hand into molten candle wax. Then your skin goes numb. You can’t feel the burning any more.
It’s almost pleasant.
When I was younger, they used to think I did it on purpose. They thought I had issues. That’s what everyone always thinks when you’re not like everybody else.
It could never be something a little bit different. It could never be a special power. It could never be magic.
Magic doesn’t exist.