IT BURNS

I am lost, like frost, I am frozen hard to eat, so throw me away, you clearly cannot taste the worthiness in me, I am a burnt slice of discarded toast, and although it is hard to taste my worth.

The truth will burn you out, burn you out when you have nothing left to eat, burn you enough to cause you to act, burn you enough to confuse your mind from being decisive, burn you enough to cause you to even fumble, burn you enough that you would trip on your own feet from lack of proper calculation, burn you enough to cause a relapse on your mind that would send you back to your previous misfortunes, burn you, just burn you out enough to see and realize that it truly does burn.

You found me, not lost, but hidden from the sight of thee, thee who chooses to waste my precious worth instead of treasuring my lost cause, the ignorance, an appreciation of the Self, consuming men, consuming man and woman, consuming child, consuming him and her, consuming all but thou, son of nobody.

A son of body less authenticity, just a soul drifting in the dry and less humid wind of a cold winter night, with a strong urge to find peace, to find peace lost but only found in complete solitude, the urge burns, it burns, but you enjoy how it burns because you really do enjoy playing with fire.

You enjoy it because fire destroys and is the main cause of desolation, you enjoy it because it destroys and also gives life to broken creation, since original creation is renewable only if it is unique, you enjoy it because it burns and gives light to those who are lost.

Although those who lack patience never get to attain the true meaning of why it burns, they lose their sense of respect for the torch and often get burned by their own selfish desires, those who understand though, those who appreciate the lessons learned often get lost in their desire to find and touch this flame, and when they do get to face the flame, their souls get to burn extremely.

They burn with courage and that is why they tend to want to touch it in the first place, and once they are consumed by the fire, consumed by eternal pain and feeling helpless, they learn more and get to be transformed into something pure, they morph into pretty little colourful creatures, the metamorphosis is like that of a butterfly, beautiful, sweet and unique, because there isn’t nothing like it, besides the fact that a Cicada goes through the same, only to be born again from its larvae after it perishes.

You carried me, not because you wanted to see in the dark, to see in the dark times of your past just to get through into the future that lies hidden away from sight, a tomorrow unbounded by effortless means, nor is it even foretold by much application of effort, it is merely just a tomorrow, unknown, un-promised, in-existent, not fake but immeasurable.

You wanted to find your footing in the dark pathway, the path in which you were lost in, walking through the mud getting your feet wet, walking and stumbling because every time you stepped forward your feet went deeper into the mud, and with every step you took, you sank deeper into the truth and a little less away from the lies, but the further away you got from knowing that you were getting yourself lost.

You were getting much closer to discovering that you are being led by the courage within you, the courage that burns, burning you with every step you took, burning you, sinking you until you were out of breath, and when the breath wasn’t away you were then able to understand why you kept on walking.

You carried me because you saw and realized how truly precious, I was to you, ‘O how precious the fire was, how it burns and illuminates the entire surroundings you found yourself lost within, how secure you feel when you have it on, always lit because you fear to witness what lies hidden in the shadows around you.

You carried me throughout your whole life because you realized how valuable I was to you, because like gold, I shine and glow in the darkness of your hearts most treasured memories, always glimmering, attracting whoever that passes by, I attract whoever, meaning that I even get the attention of both good and bad people who have never seen how precious fire could really be in their lives.

I shine in your hands making you feel great about yourself but making you a vulnerable target to those who are lost in their own demise, those who think that maybe if they could have what you have, they would be able to feel like you do, maybe feel the fruits of contentment, those who think having a piece of your treasure would bring them closer to salvation and away from their life’s miseries.

Those who once had me in their hearts, but chose to abandon me, maybe because they felt like they were enough without me or that they found something better and had enough of the light I awarded them with, they just felt like they no longer needed me.

‘O well, I still burn, because it is my nature to burn, to ignite and consume all existence in flashes of flames is my only purpose, I inflame the oxygen around me, because unlike you and your body, decaying from each and every single breath you take.

I remain fuelled by it all to keep on shimmering and give the world my glory, I am like the dancing wings of angels, burning inside an enclosed building, burning above the floor, burning and flying underneath the ceiling, giving off immense heat and keeping the room in a hot boiling temperature, a temperature that incinerate your flesh and dissolve your whole existence.

I burn now, I burnt yesterday, I will burn tomorrow, and I will burn forever, because my purpose is infinite and like eternity, I never will cease to exist.

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