The flame is bright and enticing,
warm and dangerous. The moth is curious and intrigued. Scared yet fearless of
the flame at the same time. The moth blindly approaches the flame. The flame
gets hotter. The moth gets closer, it can’t stop, It continues on. The flame
engulfs the moth. The flame feels nothing and keeps burning even after the moth
is only ashes. You are like the flame and I am the moth. And that’s how it
shell always be. The flame has no heart. The moth has no will power and the flame
does not care.