I always said give a man a match, he can start a bonfire. Teach a man to match, and he can become an arsonist.

A new friend recently said, in paraphrase, that her heart has been ripped out and set on fire.
“Hearts on fire you’ll learn, end up with heartburn”.-BNL


I know the feeling but I tend to go about it differently. I like to get a nice friction going; much like a scout uses two sticks to create a spark. I go to it the only way I know how and usually see some sparks and sometimes I get ignition. My heart burns a bit, but I never rip it out. No one ever does, so it goes out and smolders ad infinitum. I need a cool drink of water, but really, I need someone who knows about fire prevention. Or perhaps I need a fire breather to show me how to get that fire out. Either way I enjoy the feeling of heat as it lasts.

I found a match again. Strike it up, I hope to. How long will it last before I can put it to kindle, what warmth could be found if shared to hearth. I hope this match is an easy start. I hope this match has a long life. I hope this match knows its worth, and mostly I hope “hope” isn’t combustive.