Fire
A fire begins as a flame, kindled into creation by a keeper of either known or unknown intent. Whether they will it or wish it is hardly a choice, for it's just a matter of fate. It is how it is, really. This particular fire started months ago, but has recently metamorphosed into a conflagration of desire. Have you ever craved for something improbable, and no matter how unlikely it seemed you still craved uncontrollably? Have you ever yearned for something, even if you knew it wasn't good for you, even if you didn't agree with it? There are no sonnets and soliloquies, but a brilliant apple dazzling a vibrant hue of ruby red.
It's amazing how certain people can create unquenchable desires for others.
God, I sound like I need to read a Twilight book..
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