Fire = Life

This is what life looks like 🙂

I read somewhere that, if a writer loves you, consider yourself immortal. 

His light shines and bores into darkened spaces

he fills and pierces them with an innate fierceness 

In his overflow of life, he enthusiastically shares it

Zesty-ing up the mundane; adding spice along the traces

Adoration and appreciation are such limited words to use for such greatness.