Simple Thoughts

Volcano

I know a person,

They always stand around the corner every time I leave the house,

They remind me of a volcano,

Once they were active and their insides burned, until the pressure of the rocks underneath made it erupt.

It became a dormant volcano,

Until something wakes it up from it's sleep,

Then their insides would burn again,

Their heart would be the crater with burning lava,

Lighting up all it's surroundings,

Making people travel miles just to witness the impressive event,

But sadly the crater is the epicenter of destruction,

And people would travel to see it burn just because it's beautiful,

Without caring,

Not even being aware of the danger of getting too close,

And people would stare for hours at the burning crater,

The epicenter of chaos and destruction,

The responsible of the charming warmth you feel when you get near it,

The crater that can't be touched,

And will remain untouched,

Because some things just weren't created to be touched,

Instead they were made to appreciate it's lethal beauty,

Even if it drowns on it's loneliness,

Like this person I used to know.