The Fire.

As of late I’ve found that I am attracted to the chaos that accompanies tragedy and uncertainty, moreso than the stability that follows order.
I can no longer enjoy the mundane or monotonus slog of the every day.
No longer seek the ordinary, or the feeling of just ok, no. Not any longer.
I need the volatility of madness to be present at all times, I can’t help but gaze into the fire and resent peace. The fire is beautiful, the fire is uncertain, the fire brings with it the change. For better or worse it makes no matter, I long to admire the change of scene.
And so I set my life a light and watch it burn, and I swim in the chaos while the ashes of my being fill the air.

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