Char (whispering_lies) wrote,

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what a day..

love; written in blood.
never in inks.

i'm sitting alone in the woods. the forest moves alive behind me. my fire, it cackles at every oh so perfect slot in time. i am staring into the blue, red, and orange flames. i watch as nearly intangible flames spread, swiftly swell up, and engulf pieces of lumber in a fury. The fire struggles to breath. the wood struggles to keep it's integrity. fire, on the other hand, will always win if given the proper tlc. a fire is alive. flames need to breath.
a flame. needs. oxygen.
just as you and i do.
fire. is. alive.
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