What is ambition? Is it fire? Is it more akin to electricity? Do we associate it with smoke? Perhaps, then volcanoes are ambition. When a volcano erupts, we feel its violent heart shake the earth. We see the plumes of smoke roll for days, hours, or even weeks at a time. Then, the culmination of pressure and buildup is released into a covering of fire and ash. In the clouds of gray and heat, lightning may choose to revel in the sky with its distant cousin; dancing, teasing, and showing what power ambition might have!

Have you ever felt a fire like this? One that is a playful ember. It dances around the tips of your fingers, leaving short, intimate kisses on your hand as it passes. A fire that won't grow wild if you fall asleep with it going, yet its intensity burns brighter and hotter by the second, refusing to be snuffed by what is believed to be common traits. A fire that does not cause pain or discomfort, but one that sparks your veins, and makes it hard to contain yourself to the same spot. If I were able to showcase this flame, it would blind humanity. It would make any extraterrestrial fearful of what they might find. But if they still dared to venture towards our home, they would find the fire that makes the world burn.

To My Shadows

My shadows- you follow me everywhere I go. You love to show yourself when you can. Your presence isn’t negative, it is just a part of me that doesn’t have the light that it used to.

Firstly, you were the first. We were too innocent to truly have any idea of what it meant, but you make me laugh.

Then, we were only together for less than time enough to make sense, but we all three agreed.

Then, you and I were truly friends. We had fun, but youth and time both inhibited seriousness.

Then, when you came back, I was concerned. Your demeanor and light had changed. How different colored light changed you! Then I drove you away. And that is one of my biggest regrets. May an apology shine a light on you once more.

Then, you tried to turn me into a shadow, but that’s all you knew. And now, you are a textured lace of skin on my arm.

Then, you split, and I tried to follow. Sometimes your blue light kept me awake, thinking of possibilities, and yearning for our refraction to be closer and more brilliant. Then, your other two contingents showed. I did my best to interpret you, Taurus. Your red light wasn’t the bright red commonly known, but other shades not belonging snuck in. Then, the last shade was left. I had taken note of you before, but now we walked together, but never next to each other. Even when we took the same steps, and the same stops, we did not meet in your dark with golden lace.

My shadows- I thank you. Even if things between us never healed, our rigidness helped shape me into a kaleidoscope which focused on the most brilliant shade of color, and you helped me to see through my flawed glass.