"I cannot do this", I say to the fire of dreams burning within me. In a moment my flames are gone leaving me fuming of winter. Now, what I know about myself from the past seventeen years is that I never turn the fan on when I am alone in a room. When with other people, I am always under a blanket. That's absolutely how much I don't want to hug the cold and that's why I realise now, that to keep me warm that's how much I must kiss the fire in my bones. So maybe I cannot do this, but I can definitely do something. And on that note, I must remind myself that what I absolutely need to remember is that matches, can light up more than cigarettes.
