The brighter the flame, the more it burns down everything you hold dear. Only that pales in the eyes of what set you on fire. In the wake of the fire spreading and greedily eating at everything in its wake, claiming a multitude of parts of you and breaking down defenses. Everything screams run, but you are drawn to the flame. Unafraid, yet senselessly weak at the prospect of being engulfed.
You tease the corners of its unknown boundaries, call to life its dark corners and illuminate its potential. Only, the fire blinds you into seeing far beyond the present. Threatening to turn everything you knew to be true into smoke, lingering and ready to be blown into the past. Ready to draw a new path in the sky, leading to a new eternity.
The smoke fills your lungs, an unfamiliar feeling, but he looks into your eyes and urges you to trust your heart and not your lungs, enough to know that it will be okay. Because, he knows all about cigarettes, and only too little about the dangers. Such that he is ready to follow the sound of distant memories and eager to follow the path of the smoke whose only escape is from the fire which threatens to engulf it whole.
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