I have a lot to say for someone who doesn't have much to say.

I am the flame that flickers when you pass by

I’m calm

I’m quiet

And I can tell when you lie


I burn myself to light up for you

Your friends

Your foes

And all of mine too.


I’ll keep you warm,

I’ll keep you safe,

I’ll shine the way,

In night or day.


But you,

My dear,

Are one of those types

That pick and prod

And have no fear

Of getting burned

Or scorched or scarred

You test this flame

And disregard

All the damage

That I can claim


You play with fire

With a smile on your face

And I dance away

From the chance of your embrace


You must come to learn

That timing is everything

I can be held,

If you can handle the burn.


And I’ll do what I can

To protect you from me

And all I will ask

Is a great wide sea


Take me as I am,

I’ll do the same for you,

Because you are the air,

And my smoke can consume you,

But one tiny breath from your lips

Can put me out

And one tiny moment without you

Can kill me

Ever have so many thoughts rolling around that it feels like someone just knocked over a 50 pound bag of marbles in your head? Because that’s what most of my days feel like, and thus I’ve decided to write about it. 

First know that I do have a personal journal, and this will probably reflect it, except, instead of everything sounding like, “Whaaat do I do with my life?! ALL OF THIS HAPPENED TODAY. I should do this… but…” I intend to actually answer some of my questions to myself, in hopes of helping other people figure out their own thoughts.

Also know, most of this will be opinions and reflections. You are welcome to ponder with me or to run as far from me as you can. I won’t take offense. Not really.

Lastly, I write as much as I have to to get my point across. Some posts will be long, others very short. Either way, if this sounds interesting to you at all, please stick around. If not, again, run very far away. Go now.