When did you first know your life was in flames? I mean, it had to have started somewhere. Everything but the Apple of god has a beginning. Have you burned and itched, scratched and shed tears for always? Or was there an event? Perhaps the first time you saw a dress for more than just an article of dangling clothing? Perhaps the death of a pet when you were an adult.... Perhaps when you gave up on being able to fly, or bend steel, or see through non-dangling dresses. What are you missing?

the opposite of energy

Ah, the question that slaps god with a baby g in my book. What is it we are missing? Love? Peace? A smile for the leading hand of death? Maybe just sugar, maybe just spice, maybe All of the Above. Maybe it isn't what we are missing, but that we are -- maybe we burn because we are so empty.

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