"Let it burn! Let it consume everything! That's what fires do! They dance and give light so that onlookers may find their path! They're vengefull and everconsuming... I love fire! And I'll never ever run... Never... My demons are with me always... They're part of me... I face them head on... It's a parasitic relationship... one feeding off of the other... You can't run... You can't hide... They're there and they're not gonna go away.... "
Once upon a time, I could spin a tale and write a rhyme that would cause flame to orgasm. I'd weave darkness within shadows that created explosions within the souls it encountered.
But lately... I don't know... Can such a fire just dwindle and die?
Creations have been spawned from my seed. But like all fires, they need to feed. Inspiration. A spark. A fuse. Something! My palms lay open and bare. But I'll never fall to my knees. I'll never beg... Never cry...
That piece in quotes was part of my own craft. A message that only now serves as a reminder. Yes, I feel stagnant at the moment. I keep searching for that challenge. A flame that can dance higher then my own. It's a waiting game of sorts. Granted, I find I'm getting bored. Is there anyone out there who's mind can truely twist as mine does?!...
I find myself craving new blood. New life. A new story. I need to write! Explode! Rage against all things if only to unveil beauty! God, overall I think I'm just going through withdrawl...
Fuck this...
