her spirits were said to dwindle like that of a fire on damp wood. perhaps dimly lit for a few moments, but nevertheless restricted by the poison of moisture. it's ravenous desire to extinguish the flame surpassing all forms of obstacles. maybe this serves as a sign, to always use dry wood. maybe meant to serve as proof, to lead you to stack the wood upwards, for it's more dry that way. perhaps the wood should have remained in the house, perhaps the exposure to the world around her was far too detrimental to her longevity.
though the sky was meant to serve as an assistant, supporting the flame, it elected to unravel and drench what little flame she had left. no kindling could have rebuilt her, not on drenched wood.
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visions of icarus
Fantasymaybe when i feel nostalgic, or even ethereal. i want to let my thoughts spill out like an over flowing glass, and let my words render as if they were kisses from the sun. for if ever there were a time to be swift, let it be at the beginning. let my...
