It starts as a low heat, almost nothing, until it finds air. Then it builds, breath after breath, until it’s all you can feel. You don’t plan for it, you don’t ask for it, but once it’s there you let it take over. There’s no room left for reason, only the burn that pushes you past the point of return. “My anger is a flame, burning hotter with every breath I take.” — William Faulkner.

Handcrafted Sterling Silver Bracelet.