Why do they even call it the fire, when it’s not something that is literally burning?
Is it about the light? The warmth? The flame?
For a little while, life was so simple. All I had to take care of, was to get through the day, to find water, and food, and a shelter. To make it to the next place, or just make it through the day, but it’s a different making through the day as it is here. It’s kind of hard to explain, I don’t know how I can explain it with words, because they never have the load or the real meaning they have when it’s reality.
What is the fire inside of you?
What is the fire inside of me?
Can you answer this question for yourself? Can I answer this question for me?
The weird thing is that sometimes you think you know, but you are never sure. Or maybe you just assume. Or it changes, from time to time. I don’t know, I guess sometimes it’s just rather confusing.
Fire. What’s your fire? What’s my fire.
Is it the fire that keeps you moving?
Is it the fire that keeps you warm?
Or is it the fire that melts your heart?