fire is a cool thing.
it can keep you warm, make you calm,
it can even ruin your life.
a single spark, and your whole childhood can be burned to the ground.
every last photograph and memory, gone.
love is kind of the same. it always begins with a spark.
the spark can burn out.
the spark can grow, and burn steady for an eternity if new wood is added to the fire every so often.
or the spark can multiply, becoming larger and larger until it is a big roaring monster that will not fail to destroy if not extinguished.
sometimes there can even be a spark, but nothing to follow.
just a failure of something so ldangerous that can be so glorious.
