Prelude:
Do you see the flames and the fire themselves? They are fine, at peak intensity because you can still add fuel continually. But at what cost? Look at the surrounding area, look how deprived, malnourished and starved of your awareness it has become. Do you see the bare bones of your guidance? Black, ashes of branches as skeletal reminders of what should have been full and thick; they were what allowed you to make the fire in the first place and you mercilessly abused your own foundation, until it gave way underneath you with nothing else to offer. Even this wasn't enough to make you want to put out the fire.
Ah, the distinction between the creator and the creation. A fine line drawn by the damage caused, forged and sustained in ways that cause more damage. To add two with two and come up with a number much bigger than your own fire. What do you care now, when it is the ignition you want so desperately, so you fuel and fuel to get something, anything going and you fear of what might happen if you let it go out by mistake. More than you fear your own autonomy; wouldn't you rather if you were the one to decisively extinguish the flames?
A Poem:
We wondered where this touch had been all our lives,
But when I do wonder,
I feel like bursting into tears,
Endless curiosity that sometimes carries me away from what really is,
Look at how well you know yourself,
Enough to walk a path we thought lay resting,
The beauty in the complexity,
We spoke in complex imagery that could not and would not be overlooked,
What happened and when did you fall back into this earth?
Actions will always fight with words,
In the hurt and empowerment,
Intermingled in the same scent that sets me ablaze,
You're not a person now,
But a collection of things I only remember in dreams,
A darkness brought to light with each ideal,
An image to pick apart and put back together,
Stripped down,
Bone by bone,
You've fallen down again,
On the ground it's me who picks you up and re-clothes you,
Tell me, does it make a difference that the material is already torn?
Only now, I can't look at you the same.
Let me be naïve with you again.
Make a silent gesture, and still its words will fly toward me,
Only now, I can't see you at all.
I've lost time,
The only thing I know is curiosity and intrigue,
And you caused it,
Fire and water never caused so much dizziness,
Back on the ground,
It's not you who lays here, but me,
I wouldn't have asked you to trade places,
How I wish I'd stayed with you.
Foolish and smiling,
When I was there,
There was no heat from either one of us,
What should have remained fire stays dimly lit,
Is it you that I miss,
Or just those flames?
I don't remember what happened,
I don't remember where I was,
Only now that I'm here you remind me why I left,
And now we are strange,
Strangers,
Please wait for me to stand up before you go killing time,
Moving again,
In cold silence.
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