fire thoughts

the concept of a phoenix is one that follows human folklore itself.

the idea is cool. a bird that burns a bright as the sun, where upon death is born anew.

some stories recite a death of true spectacle, one of combustion, a radiant show of flames,

burning so beautifully bright until all that remains is ash. the remnants of what was. 

others mention a crude, inevitable fate, one for us all. of waste, decay, decomposition,

withering away by natural forces, unrecognizable until all that remain are bones. a foundation.

regardless, the fire bird disintegrates.

a life ends.

a process is completed.

a new life is born.

always adapting to its foundations

for the rest of eternity, with lifetimes of understanding.

sometimes i cant help but wonder... does a phoenix's light ever dim?