As I was watching the camp fire. Fear over came my thoughts. I am not the kind of person to be afraid of something. I welcome adventure and out going things.
But this night. This particular night. I couldn't think of anything, but fear. Not a mere thing I am afraid of, but the feeling itself.
How it can consume someone, destroy someone, or make someone stronger.
That night it did all three to me. I felt all fear. Not just mine but everyone's, ever. In the future, in the past, and in the present. I felt it all.
It was consuming me, it was destroying me, and it was strengthening me.
All this "power" if you want to call it that. Was to much. So I just sat there and let it be.
As I watched the fire go down. The flames slowly falling and the logs becoming smaller. I watched something so powerful die. Wither away.
It was dying and I was just watching.
As we put the fire out when it was to late to stay out any longer. We covered it with sand. The flames finally going out and the power dwindling away. As I watched the logs be covered and not seen anymore. I realized how something so strong can so easily be destroyed.
The fire is gone and all the logs are covered with sand. Except this one tiny log. It is still glowing in the darkness.
As I watch it become stronger and stronger. It finally sets fire again.
I watch it for a while, but then kick some sand on it to make it go out.
Something so strong was broken apart. But even after that the smallest part finds power again.
That is when I realized, I am a killer.
