Now, I want to love fire but I don't want to burn things. But, I'm scared of fire. It's like the fire is inviting me, but I know how dangerous it can be. At the same time, I don't want to be afraid of it anymore just because I got burnt once. God, I can't even remember if I got burnt once. Maybe I'm so afraid of getting burnt that I've created a false memory in my head. I want to play with matchsticks. I want to flick the lighter. I want to feel the warmth of the fire. I want to see my hurtful thoughts turning to smoke in the yellow flame. I want to be fearless. I want to write my toxic feelings on a paper and set fire to it. I want to see that paper turn to smoke and ashes. I don't want to be afraid of getting burnt. I want to love fire. I just don't know how to love fire