Just as quickly as the spark caused the blaze, so the feelings now dies on its own, leaving in its wake charred memories. It was nothing out of the ordinary, no event to celebrate nor a tragedy to dismiss. It has served its purpose - provided warmth or caused a destruction. It is both friend and fiend, welcomed and feared. The source itself remains unconcerned, vaguely unaffected. It continues to burn, by itself, uncaring.
Like me. I am, afterall, Flame.
About Me
- WINTERFIRE
- Notorious, unpredictable and slightly mental (mentally retarded). I like being busy, doing various things like dancing, singing, studying, baking and eating. I think i am manic-depressive, but my colleagues tell me I am constantly impatient, so I am perfectly normal. But then, they think I am obsessive-compulsive, and my room is a mess. I am a control freak, but very dependent on my mom. I am shy by nature, but give me a role, and you have to drag me off the stage! What can I say, a loose screw is jimmied up my noggin', and I am full of contradictions.
Jerard's Countdown to 1 YO
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