Fire, it burns well and usefully when you take care of it.
But when you do not, and let it run free, it will burn everything in it's way. Leaving behind a trail of death and destruction.
Lately I find myself staring off into fires and being drawn to the fire as if I am being pulled towards it, into it. These moments seem to bring up memories of my past, memories of burning, memories of death.
I was once advised by a friend to let go of the past and look to the future, but this is no easy task when the things I do, remind me of things that had happened before. I cannot and I will not deny to myself that my memories of the past still haunt me, but it is best that I deny these things to all others.
