I don’t know why people who notice those who hold a bright light are surprised when they try to stick their fingers where they don’t belong, and end up burned. Did you forget the sun is a flaming star? The dangerously self-protective power of a lit candle? I am fire. Act like it.

I am the unknown, revealing what was hidden in darkness. Don’t let my alluring blues, yellows, and greens fool you. They are the hottest parts of me. I am unpredictable. Self-lighting. I exhale smoke to cleanse and banish you. Stand back. I’ll flicker. We aren’t the same element.