Is it normal that i love fire?
I LOVE fire. I love making them, watching them flicker to life, and purify everything it touches.
Fire is unlike anything else I've ever encountered. The fire doesn't judge. It just eats and eats because I feed it. And it makes everything ash.
It'S to the point where I almost worship it. I even try to avoid turning my back on it as that would be disrespectful to it. Sometimes I feel like me feeding it makes it happy, and that I'm doing something good by feeding it.
When I'm stressed, I burn bunches of paper in my kitchen sink. I use a cushion to fan the smoke away from the fire alarm and if it gets out of control I turn the tap on and put it out.
I'd never burn anyone else's things, and if my burning stopped someone else being happy I'd try to not do it, but it FEELS SO GOOD.
I burn myself sometimes too, but I've done another story about that on here.
Does anyone else feel like this?