There was no light in sight.
There was no fire to follow.

For we became the fire,
And then became the sun.

They say that from the ages of 18 to 23 you meet a lot of temporary people.

To be completely honest,
I hope that I will not be just another chapter in your book,
And I hope that I will never be just another story in your amazing life.

I have met enough temporary people in my life,
And I don't want/need you to be another one.

The cold crawled up my spine and settled onto my skin.
"Winter is here" I remind myself as I sit on the sidewalk with my cigarette in hand.
A new season,
A new beginning.
The tobacco begins to do it's work as my mind begins to fog a little bit.
I inhale, and exhale again, but instead of the smoke,
It's the cool winter breeze that I let flow into my lungs.
I look at my cigarette one more time and flick off the ashes.
Let the ashes remind me that the dead stay dead.
It is a new season,
A new beginning.
So let me not focus on the old,
But instead build upon the new.

Everything and nothing in particular.

But you're there.

Impulsive, and reckless, but never stupid.

"Is she the one who captured your heart?"

No,

She's the one who helped me pick up the pieces.

The other day, I looked up the word passion in a thesaurus.
One of the synonyms of the word passion is fire.

I found it interesting how fire,
something that could keep you warm when the nights and mornings are cold,
Can also burn an entire forest to the ground.
The only difference is,
One is contained and the other isn't.

But then it makes sense, doesn't it?

Just like a fire,
Love can keep you warm and yet set you ablaze.

And that's how I feel about you.