Pyrophilia

Disclaimer: the following blog post is full of metaphors. If you know who are the people I'm referring to as flowers etc, then maybe you can get a grasp of what I'm trying to say here. If not, then fine. Like I said, speaking in metaphors is a good way to make people stay away from me. 

I've realised how my existence has caused harm to many people's lives. If you remember how the introduction in Avatar: Legend of Aang goes; "Then everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked." 

I am that fire; and if I hadn't come into presence, peace would have been reserved. Meeting with me intertwined the lives of people who otherwise wouldn't have had anything to do with each other anymore.

If it weren't for me, the flower's roots would not have been threatened by the angry breeze. If it weren't for me, the wind would not have stirred a ripple in the pond. If it weren't for me, the water would not be overflowing with dried leaves. If it weren't for me, these lifeforms would have continued living in peace.

And if you look around, you'll realise that every one of these elements are constant. Trees, water, wind; they make up your everyday life. They're not a threat. Most of the time if you see a fire, it means there's danger. Even the sun, which presence is the most vibrant, is disliked by everyone because of its heat.

The heart of a fire is like the eye of the storm; a calm in the middle of the chaos, helplessly watching the destruction its arms are causing.

The fire has uprooted one of two flowers who were left on the field.
The fire has pulled out a few of the remaining flower's petals.
The fire has melted the ice that took years to freeze.

The fire has caused nothing but trouble within the lives of these 3. 

A raging fire needs to be destroyed. But a fire does not purposely burn down the forest when all it wants is to embrace a flower. 

A fire destroys everything in its path because it is too scared to open its eyes and see where it is going.
A fire is lonely because when it burns, people run.
A fire does not show its sadness because flames are meant to be blazing red and not blue.

Perhaps a beat of wings is what a flame needs. A beat of wings that would not completely destroy the fire like how water would, but one that would keep it under control, making sure it doesn't get too big.

A beat of wings that is not a whirlwind, but not a breeze either; just enough to help the fire cool down a little, to just exist as a warm flame.

That's what I need. I need the wind; a small gust of air that would blow at me and remind me to keep it down if I get too angry.

I have nothing in return for you other than to give you a purpose, which I hope you have been looking for; but I need you. I'm so tired. Please give me your strength.