We prosper by our connectivity it permits us influence and involvement which invokes within us a feeling of usefulness a sense of purpose that allows us to believe, we are worthy of being **beloved
It burns so magnetically, beckoning them in the warmth is alluring and felt on their wings they flutter and dance to the heat and light
embracing a malevolent illumination in the blackest of night knowingly I wait, whilst feeling a premature pain watching the last dance of moths to the flame