HELLO
If my sister and I were a cartoon ...
Hmmm
It'd be called "Fire"
It would be black&white
With occasional pops of color
I'd be a black character.
She'd be a white character.
Why?
Why?
Why?
I'm coal.
She's a spark.
I'm dirty.
She's innocent.
Together, we create fire.
How?
The spark needs coal to fuel its fire. The more coal there is, the bigger the fire. But the lesser the spark. Because that white, shining spark turns into a red flame. Into hot fire. It burns. It burns anything in its way. And in the end, the spark is gone and the fire is gone. All that's left is coal and ashes. Black coal. Black ashes. Left in the spot to remain as guilty reminders. They're the gravestone of that spark. It was so white. So innocent. So pretty. But the coal turned into fire and coal kept fueling it. It wasn't the coal's fault the spark became fire. But it was the coal's fault the fire was fueled. All that's left is coal and ashes. Left there as guilty reminders.
YOU ARE READING
seen it all before // 10th spam
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