First a breeze fans the flame.
From flame comes smoke. A smoke so thick suffocating heavy. An unbearable weight.
Need water, this thirst can not be quenched. Heat so intense the flame burns through the downpour. Anger burning with the intensity of the sun. What is water to the sun? Nothing, the cycle begins once more.
A flames thirst is unique unlike a man in the desert. It consumes all in its path.
The thirst of a flame halts only after consuming any and all around it.
This flame won't be my end it can't be stopped. I won't burn out, I won't be snuffed out. It will not get the best of me.
Let this fury smoulder.
In good time this flame shall be put to use not to destroy or cause harm.
But to warm those who really matter the most.
My light shall be comfort, a requiem of peace.
A comfortable glow banishing my own unease.
