fire

you never see the spark. never. and when you start to feel the heat it's too late. the spark birthed flames. the flames birthed fire. and now you don't know what to do. run? put it out? fuel it and let it burn itself out? maybe that's what you should do, just stare at it until it's gone. all of it gone. all of it. it is not fair this fire has come to you. you do not deserve the destruction of the flames. but the fires burning none the less. no matter how bad you want it to have never sparked nothing can undo what has been done. nothing. you're helpless to the spark that has come and gone. but accept that, and move on to the fire. the fire is here now. the spark it's birth, and it's here and growing. growing. growing. 

this fire is deep in the woods. deep. no one sees it. no one knows it burning. but you do. where you live is where the fire began. you're the epicenter. if you reach out for help you know they'll come running, but you're not sure you want the fire out. maybe it needs to burn? it started naturally. maybe it needs to clear out some of the chaff? maybe the fire is good? maybe the woods will come out better? healthier? stronger? more beautiful? then again maybe it will destroy the entirety of the woods? the entire fucking woods. 

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