Sometimes there are shockwaves –not terribly often when it comes to people-- which makes it all the harder to ignore. Emotions demanding an impossible desire. With time then intensity will die down, but the power is never turned off. It was nothing short of what it was, I know this. I can not help the sparks that burst to life, and although I should quell them, such a task feels like putting out my fire a bit. I want it to burn, feeling warmth now, seeing destruction later.






