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Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Fire

I am obsessed with it. It is not an illusion. Nor is it an assumption. I am obsessed with it. Fire. The all consumer. The everlasting. Fire. People say it dies. It does not die. It goes away. That is all. It is not driven by hunger. But by purpose. It is not uncontrolled. It is control. Like Love. Unlike memories. It does not fade away. That is fire. A truth. Undeniable. Unshakable. I am amazed there isn't a god of fire. Even the baddest of smokes looks good. It feels good. At least while the fire lasts. It is only afterwards. After the fire is gone. That you realize. It was a waste.

5 comments:

FarhanJ said...

your thoughts on fire that will last forever on the day of judgement?

Ess.See. said...

Fire can mean so many things and nothing at the same time.

quartertoinsane said...

@fahanJ: there is still time in that...

@Ess.See: thats the point...

Zeba said...

I feel the same way about fire. There is something about it. And then there is that of hell, the thought of which scares the living bejabbers out of me.

quartertoinsane said...

there is isnt there. who isnt scared of that...