Fire is so pretty. The way it flickers and violently runs with wind on those breezy days. Its so hot and so dangerous, yet there is an urge to touch. Feeling its warmth isn’t enough at times. Feeling the heat is almost enough but not quite. Feeling the wrath of the fire is the real desire.
Being burnt is not a pleasurable but memorable. It’s the scars of the burns that stay with us forever. Sometimes we need those scares inorder to move on with our lives. These scars of pain and suffering while being the stepping-stone for some, are the crumbling of a stable foundation. The choice is yours and mine. To play with fire or not to? Is there progress from the burns or is there loss? There is only one way to find out.