You saw it coming.
Because wildfire isn't known for it's subtleties.
You'll feel the heat before sight or smell can reach you.
You knew it was coming.
Are you the flame or the structure?
Neither here nor there.
You won't make it to safety before the foundation crumbles.
You were the spark that ignited the end.
Because you always are.
They can't trust you with matches.
It's all or nothing.
Their broken bodies scattered at your feet.
They lived a flame-less existence.
Over before it could begin.
The whole book in flames - cover to cover.
A flicker too contagious to contain.
You're on the fast track to a bridge-less landscape.
How do you feel about islands?
I hope you're resourceful, resilient.
We get it. You're independent.
But you're human. And you're learning.
Scar tissue doesn't fade.
The self inflicted or the gifted.
This is a reminder. A branding.
Wear your mistakes and your regrets.
Keep them close. Keep them fresh.
For tomorrow you start to rebuild.