flickers and flame to inferno
Drawing on my mental ramblings takes my pencil adventuring. A good practice all around. A fine installment in the Illustrate-whatever-journaling-exercise. Please continue...
Ideas flit past. Some linger and flicker, on...off. Fireflies. Some linger and light. Fireflies in a jar?
More than a few flame up hot and bright. Exciting. Yes, let's do that.
When did it fade out? When was I not looking? Was I sleeping?
Some burn on and on. Some go cold. Vanish. They're still there.
They catch again.
I never learned to bank a fire.
Which survive? Who chooses? Which me chooses?
With so many fires burning how do I choose which to feed? Not enough arms to feed them all.
Extinguish the circus? Never is my wish.
Save the fuel for the me I can find. Flames will burn as they will.
At least I'll stay warm.