Fire and Ice

From the beginning, we’ve been frozen in a deadened state. But, the room around us slowly catches fire and the things that were so masochistic in our cold hearts go up in flames. Within seconds, everything we knew is one big pile of ash. Nothing is distinguishable. Nothing remains except the burns from the once existent flames. The thing about fire is that it disappears after there’s no oxygen left for it to swallow up. It leaves us gasping for air as it transforms our life giving surroundings into smoke filled poison. The air, or what remains of it, is black. What’s behind us is synonymous to what is in front of us. Nothing makes sense and we can’t deviate from the thick cloud suffocating our lungs. But we don’t let it bother us because in the end, burning is far better than being numb. The emotionless cold that we once lived in was unbearable. The thing about the cold is that there are no scars to remind us of the things we’ve endured. That’s why, more often than not, the burns are worth the pain and sometimes going up in flames is what it takes to just make us feel…feel like something worth being burned…worth being anything.