Right now, in the province of British Columbia, Canada, there are 170 burning wildfires. This is the result. A smoke filled sky with an eery orange glow. You can barely see the sun. Please be cautious in this dry weather!
Don’t be like wildfire
destroying everything in its path.
Be the warmth of the sun, a human’s desire.
Don’t be like wildfire.
Be an idol earth can admire.
Be gaiety of heart in your wrath.
Don’t be like wildfire,
destroying everything in its path
The TS19 samples are
gone. The tragedy of their loss cannot be overstated. They were our
freshest samples by far. None of the other samples we gathered even came
close. Those are necrotic, useless dead flesh. I don’t even know why
I’m talking to you. I bet there isn’t a single son of a bitch out there
still listening, is there? Is there? Fine. Saves me the embarrassment. I
think tomorrow I’m gonna blow my brains out. I haven’t decided. But
tonight, I’m getting drunk.
She didn’t just fall in love. She walked into it. She chose to step closer to your darkness, to your broken soul. Your wildfire licked her, smothered her, but her own flame danced with your flickering tongue of fire. You are her kindle and she is your warmth. And you caught her. You welcomed her. You let her love ignite you into an eternal light.