If fire is on your mind.....

If fire is on your mind, I may have the time... 

So beautiful… so consuming... these things I touch… and slowly they turn to fuel. Tenderly I console, you and I becoming one… the fire burns hot but these ashes make poor companionship. I shift from one place to another seeking fuel… seeking my next flame. Each time my fuel, my lover in overtaken by the flames… and each time I reach to wipe the soot from her face she succumbs to gravities will… ashes crumbling back to earth. 

Each time it’s like this… the intentions are pure, but the results remain the same. I only search for someone who seeks fuel like I… and burns like I do. Along the way the casualties are many… Sadly understanding is often the first victim. The sudden light, the intense heat scares most off… we appear eccentric but we long only to be understood. The passion that drives the flame can be overwhelming to some. 

But a flame knows no other way… most that cross its path are burned not out of spite, but by the flames need to reach out to every bit of beauty it sees… the flame only longs to hold on to the beauty… for the light cast by its burning embers illuminates the darker recesses that society attempts to ignore but I am none the less drawn towards… it’s the ongoing battle to avoid the suffocating darkness… the fight to stop the hole in all of us from spreading… we attempt to fill it with any beauty we find in hope that those around us remain oblivious to the inferno raging deep within us all. 

It’s the reason we become bored with people, become bored with possessions… It’s the reason things fall from our graces… only so much fuel exist in any one thing. In time you consume that which you love; just as fire replaces what it consumes with char… we consume beauty and leave bits of ourselves in its place. Over time it becomes more and more difficult to see the beauty you once found irresistible… it begins to resemble ourselves more each day. 

Your flame oxidizes everything you touch…