Love

5th March, 2016 -11:05pm

There is something so beautifully enchanting about a flame.
Maybe it is the vivid array of colours. Maybe it is the power it holds.
Yet, I believe what draws me to it is the constancy.

It just burns. It keeps burning. It dances about, yet it still burns.
It stays in that one place if you let it.

It knows that it has potential.
When it receives the chance to grow, it leaps up at it with arms open wide.
It needs fuel to burn, and it shall keep burning with a consistency that can beat no other.

A flame without fuel is as good as a hot summer’s day without water.
Please hold on tight to your fuel.
For a person without a love for anything will amount to nothing.