I was warned a long time ago.
When you see an ember, run.
Run till you feel again the cool calm breeze of the wind. Run and go where everything is as peaceful as a baby sleeping on a mother’s lullaby. Run till you forget everything.
Let the wind fills you up, your mind, your being, your soul.
Be with the wind, which is as constant as the universe’s anthem.
I was forewarned. But I didn’t listen.
For have you ever seen a fire set on a beautiful night? Glorious and amazing, isn’t? It comforts you in ways that a wind cannot. It warms you in the all the right ways as long as you keep a pretty good distance with it.
Distance, that’s it. And I thought I found the key at last.
So the next time, I approached an ember instead of run, and took the fire as my wind.
And let it’s friendly heat slowly filled my being.
They say that when you drop a frog in a pot of boiling water, it will jump right out. But if you place it gently in a pot of tepid water and turn the heat on low, slowly warming the water until it gradually heats up, the frog will stay until he is boiled to death.
It’s burning now; as bright as an afternoon sun in a summer’s day.
And maybe I’m a frog for I didn’t see it coming.
Or maybe I chose not to see it.
Or maybe I’m just plain stupid.
For love is a fire. And I’m Icarus, flying too close to the sun.
This is my entry for Bekindrewrite’s Inspiration Monday: Friendly Fire prompt, using the Friendly Fire prompt itself.
Oh, I miss this! It’s been a long time since I last submitted an entry for InMon’s prompts. And it’s so nice to be back. Though, I’m obviously still searching my way around writing again. 🙂 My mind needs more fuel for creativity.