i always liked playing with fire. literally and metaphorically. hah. but like a burst of flame on a match, it burns fast, before disappearing. leaving you with a charred piece of twisted wood, and stinging fingers. its the ones that burn the fastest and strongest that leaves you with the worst wounds, and yet the strongest memories of the short short time. the large bonfires just slowly die out. bit by bit. always safely giving you warmth, and you're safe as long as you stand and watch it from the distance. its just there. i can't decide if i really miss it when its gone. other than the slow warmth. what else is there to it?