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He sat there and stared into the Fire.
The wood Burned and the fire Crackled. The Flames jumped high, creating mesmerizing shapes, dancing around and telling it's story.

He held his hands out to the fire, close enough to Feel the Heat, imagining Caressing the flames and feeling the flames Lick his Flesh and the sharp Pain that followed.

He moved his hands closer. He wondered if he would still feel it after the fire burns all his Nerves out. What would happen then? Would he be Numb outside like he was inside? Or would he feel it everyday till his hand healed? Or even after too?

Moving a little bit closer and feeling the Immense heat on his Palms, he saw the fire Dancing on the logs, turning it to coal, turning the coal to Ashes. Thriving by Ruining what it was given. He smiled.

He got up and started Walking Away. However much he Loved the Fire, however Beautiful and Mesmerizing it was, it was Unpredictable, and seemed Determined to ruin him. He could Hold it in his hands. Not that he really Tried, yet he knew. But at what Cost?

He turned the corner and Walked into the Darkness. What did he see in the Flames? What did he walk away from You ask?
Everything.

Morning Dear Art Lover.
I got u an Album and a Scribble Today.
Took these Last Night.
Enjoy✌️