It's been like this for a while. This feeling keeps burning at me. At the fingertips, the edges of my mind. Slowly it's taking over, gradually wrapping me in its flames.
But flames of what?
If only fire could dance in the wind. If only it could burn the chains off me so I could be whisked away by the wind and its voices. How odd, maybe I'm becoming more selfish. These flames are swallowing me up. Eating my mind, only to get hungrier and hungrier.
These fingertips wanting to reach out.
This voice that wants to open to others.
The mind that wants to be loved and protected.
As a friend. As a family. As a person.
Is this burning desire. Greed?
