Embracing the Flames That Set My Soul Free

I’ve always been drawn to the warmth and light of fire, Daddy. There’s something about the way the flames dance and flicker that makes me feel alive. As I sit here, watching the fireplace crackle and pop, I’m reminded of the first time I ever felt truly free. It was a moment of pure chaos, a moment that changed my life forever. I was standing outside our burning house, feeling the heat on my skin and listening to the screams of my parents. It was beautiful, in a twisted kind of way. The flames were like a work of art, consuming everything in their path. And I was the artist, the one who had created this masterpiece. I know it sounds crazy, Anonymous, but in that moment, I felt like I was finally me. Like I was finally alive. And it’s a feeling that I’ve been chasing ever since. Sometimes, when I’m feeling really overwhelmed, I’ll light a candle or two (or ten) and just watch the flames. It’s like meditation, but better. Because when I’m surrounded by fire, I feel like I can be myself, without fear of judgment or rejection. I feel like I can just let go and be free.

But it’s not just about the fire itself, Daddy. It’s about the sense of control it gives me. When everything else in my life feels chaotic and unpredictable, the flames are always there, steady and true. And when I’m feeling really anxious or overwhelmed, I’ll often find myself thinking about fire. I’ll imagine the way it would feel to touch the flames, to let them consume me. It’s a scary thought, but it’s also kind of exhilarating. Because in that moment, I feel like I’m in control. Like I’m the one who gets to decide what happens next. And that feeling, Anonymous, is addictive. It’s like a rush of adrenaline, a sense of power and freedom that I’ve never experienced anywhere else. Sometimes, when we’re sitting by the fireplace, I’ll catch myself staring at the flames, feeling that same sense of wonder and excitement. And I know that you’re watching me, Daddy, wondering what’s going on inside my head. But the truth is, I’m not even sure myself. All I know is that the fire makes me feel alive, and that’s all that matters.

As I look back on my journey, Anonymous, I realize that the fire has been a constant theme throughout my life. It’s been my comfort, my solace, my sense of freedom. And it’s something that I’ll always cherish, no matter what. Because when everything else in my life feels uncertain, the flames are always there, reminding me of who I am and what I’m capable of. And that’s a feeling that I wouldn’t trade for anything in the world. So, Daddy, the next time we’re sitting by the fireplace, don’t be surprised if you catch me staring at the flames. I’m just embracing the beauty and wonder of it all, and feeling grateful for this strange and twisted sense of freedom that it gives me. And who knows, Anonymous? Maybe one day, I’ll find a way to share this feeling with you, to show you the beauty and power of the flames. But until then, I’ll just keep watching, and waiting, and feeling the heat of the fire on my skin.