It is natural to grab a fire extinguisher when you are surrounded by flames, and equally so to run away if you don’t have one. People freeze in fire to make a statement; appeasing a fire is illogical, more than pathetic, a waste of a choice. Welcoming a fire will never make it hurt less, the fire will burn you, it will use you as fuel to better itself. Fire never goes away, it appears and disappears with time, some natural and some manufactured, and everyone is capable of creating and applying it. It's surrounded me and I've welcomed it, which marks me visibly as an enticing target for arsonists.
Something so destructive is unconscionable to wield against others, and I seldom use it unless absolutely necessary. Even tiny fires, ones that people play with for fun, are ones I put out instead of spreading. I am occluded without it, my appearance, intentions and thoughts inhibited, only illuminated by other people and the fire they engulf me with. This blog has the most ashes out of any of my domains but I still feel as if I have forgotten how to create it. I wish to leave more, to avoid being burned and warm others. To better myself and be who I am. To be more than a good impression. I hate being dim just so they burn brighter.