3×8=24 【くだらないことを真剣に考える】

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It is like fire.

One day it casts a gentle light on darkness in me,
comforts me with its warmth,
but the next it burns me like the flame.
It is so beautiful that you want to touch,
but it gives you a great pain if you actually touch it.

I might have touched it, and it's started to hurt.
I know this pain will grow, and
sooner or later, I'll be in great pain.
but I'm not brave enough to throw myself into the fire to let it burn me out.

I'm stone-cold.
I stand right in front of it, though.
It's just there, but it seems miles away.
I'm just staring at it, being not sure when to jump in.
I know I want this fire. I feel this is the one.
I really do. This is the one I've been looking for.
But I can't take a step. I just can't.

Scared.
I'm scared of being burnt,
scared of the pain I'll have to go through
and also scared that I might stamp out the fire.
Now the fire is flickering, looks as if it can go out any time.

It is like fire.
Adorable, beautiful, but annoyingly uncontrollable fire.
It is indeed uncontrollable.
So I shouldn't wait for it to move towards me
as it is I who has to do something.
I know. I know that, but...
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