pure and untouched by society,

could i reach it?

strike a match on an old and withered matchbox.

long been smothered..

any logical person would not think the smolders to light.

and yet, a flicker appears.

intriguing, flame suddenly rushes up from the seemingly uninteresting and hopeless match head,

dancing and darting in the air.

i am captivated by this unlikely blaze.

lost in the sparks that endlessly fly off

from the soot-laden match.

it could set fire to a long-been cold mind.

i could dry the rain off this saturated heart.

ah, but the heat is found in the most unexpected of places.

dare i set fire to this world?

i could burn, uninhibited, all the buildings and roadways and railways.

turn this city to ashes, and rejoice in the purity of a love in its natural state.

all this power in a single flame, from a match that most would expect not to light, at least not from me.

fire, so hot and clean and immaculate...

pure, intriguing, new and unexplored.

..but would this match even light for me?

i'm lost in the eyes of the fire,

and though strangely exciting,

it's quite comfortable here...

back.