There's something so mesmerizing about fire. What is it though that does this? Is it the aesthetics? The way the mellow oranges and bright blues dance together? Is it the initial spark that grows from nothing into something magnificent? Or maybe the smell that tugs your mind into a million directions reminding you of all the memories associated with it? I don't know but for me, it's the desire to be intimate with it knowing that I shouldn't.
Well I say do, because I'm addicted to the burn. My soul craves the anticipation of the sting, the destruction, and the fatality. It feeds off the unhinged growth that sets the world ablaze when finally set free. Fire makes me feel alive and that is how life should be. Constantly burning like an endless flame whether within your reach or not.