have you ever stayed up late with someone texting or chatting and known as the hours ticked by that you’d be ridiculously tired in the morning but it didnt matter because it was really fun and totally worth losing sleep over just to laugh with someone and enjoy their company maybe and then the next day you keep tiredly recalling how much fun it was while you’re falling asleep in class and that makes it not so bad that you’re tired anymore
It’s a hot, deep burning.
Like never dying embers of a fire, long since blazing,
quiet enough to feign dormancy,
still searing enough to spring awake and ravage any bit of cedar that graces the presence of the hotness.
Like a drug addict the flames will race violently over the wooden face of the log, until the crash, returning to angry, silent embers.
It’s a tormenting cycle, but god, how I love thee so.