this flame

This is the prerequisite of my future existence.  this is the twirling sticks of my soon to be flame.  Fire’s take patience and dedication,  and a sort of tenderness you only find in creators in order to produce something with such a thirst for destruction.  To give birth to something that kills by nature and love it for that very reason is harmony.  We arm ourselves until we conclude that we are mortal.  Or we arm ourselves because we have concluded we are mortal.  either way, that flame is all we have to hold on too, especially in our coldest of thoughts.