First, the moment you light a match or a lighter. The moment the fire comes to life, waving around. The realization that you have something incredibly dangerous yet beautiful in-between your fingers, and how you control it.
Second, watching the flames spread across paper (for example), and watching as smoke replaces it, lifting into the air and filling your lungs with a fresh, murky smell.
Third, the crinkle, my favourite! Hearing that soft, calming noise while mini embers slowly devour the material, eating away at it and reducing it to nothing but a smoky wisp.
Arson is my therapy. The fire from it gives me the warmth I need, the control I desire, and the soft touch I yearn for.
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