a problem of moths

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Like a butterfly of the night, flying in circles around your fire. 

A moth does not understand its relationship with the fire’s light, completely unaware of being driven by it, of it directing her every move, she listens to her heart and keeps going round after round. 

Sometimes for a full night. Sometimes for a whole life. Sometimes for a little shy of six years.

Sooner or later though, the moth tries to make contact. 

Sooner or later, the moth tries to touch her god.

And she burns. 

But it’s no fault in the fire, for she burns with no intent, only being her true natural self.

And it’s no punishment to the moth, for it’s no crime to reach for your deepest desires.

But so long as the moth stays the moth, and the fire stays the fire, it’s only so close that they can be.